<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034</id><updated>2011-12-03T12:38:02.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</title><subtitle type='html'>A web-area to share our life with friends and family. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-5611664704991487612</id><published>2007-03-29T01:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T02:01:27.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'VE MOVED</title><content type='html'>ATTENTION: Our blog will not be hosted at blogspot any longer. You now can get the latest on the Chapmans at &lt;br /&gt;http://www.jtrevorchapman.com&lt;br /&gt;This new site will be updated three - four times a week. Go there now and don't forget to comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-5611664704991487612?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/5611664704991487612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=5611664704991487612&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/5611664704991487612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/5611664704991487612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2007/03/weve-moved.html' title='WE&apos;VE MOVED'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-991411592081121777</id><published>2007-03-26T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:51:05.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=26877d37574aee4c1a2b72" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="350" height="328" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=26877d37574aee4c1a2b72&amp;skin_id=0&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:30px;width:350px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=26877d37574aee4c1a2b72&amp;skin_id=0&amp;source=emplay&amp;coord=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/ share_player_link_image/26877d37574aee4c1a2b72/0.gif" style="border:0px;" width="350" height="35" ismap /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;onetruemedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-991411592081121777?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/991411592081121777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=991411592081121777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/991411592081121777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/991411592081121777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2007/03/brief-history.html' title='Brief History'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-2519443644284094523</id><published>2007-03-26T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T15:25:34.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from the 12th to Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Cac - here are the pictures, you can write about it. If you don't want them all to be centered view the picture in large format (click on it), download the image then re-upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Rgg4mHrLhHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eRj0TycFoDc/s1600-h/IMG_3415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Rgg4mHrLhHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eRj0TycFoDc/s400/IMG_3415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046345610014983282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Rgg5UnrLhII/AAAAAAAAAOU/gsaNGclABro/s1600-h/IMG_3571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Rgg5UnrLhII/AAAAAAAAAOU/gsaNGclABro/s400/IMG_3571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046346408878900354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeep - Zions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Rgg3hHrLhDI/AAAAAAAAANs/8zIMv0M2saM/s1600-h/IMG_3762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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He never conducts the interviews, so he makes quotes up for me and his friends. According to Trevor's Prof. he is the first one done with the articles and has the best grade (what the Prof. doesn't know is that he doesn't prepare).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Trevor - I am not extrememly proud of these articles--I whipped them up quickly so I could leave school and go home to Jace and Caci. But, Caci likes them, so we are posting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War in Iraq? or China?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVO-UT. Years in Iraq, scores of deaths, new political party, new crude-oil-agreements, new uncertainties, new terrorist camps, new threats, new arguments and debates, but one old reason…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The communist state of China, estimated, in the next 20 years, to use twice the energy in one day of what the entire world currently consumes in one month—believed by experts to become the economical powerhouse of the world in the next five years; and with the largest population on the planet and nuclear capabilities the United States is not only threatened (being the only remaining superpower), but her very plush lifestyle may be pushed off the map by a larger, heavier, stronger and more demanding regime. Unless we imperialistically take the one element needed to survive this ever-growing potentially astronomical-tidal shift of powers, the US will be buried alive in a dark avalanche of socialist-world-domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we secure this magical element? We're America! We jump on oppurtunity--one such, a war, where the battlegrounds are directly above the most volatile and rich reserve of this "black" magic—the Middle Eastern States with all of her crude-oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a subject that few wish to speak candidly on because of the unstable nature of the debates surrounding it. Ironically, those that want the truth are the very ones that have made the truth impossible. They have done this by flooding the US with a sea of demand for political correctness which gives the illusion of "right" and "equality" and "tolerance" only masking the true face hidden from view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're in Iraq for democracy." Right…and Bob and Tom in Massachusetts are just as "married" as my wife and I are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't misunderstand – creating a democratically equal government in Iraq is good. Demanding at gunpoint that terrorists stand down from free countries is good. But the reality of the matter is that there are no oil-reserves in the middle African states – therefore, we choose to call the same sick genocidal regimes and massacres "Tribal Warfare." Whereas, when this occurs where there is oil, we move in, take out what obstacles stand between us and the reservoirs of oil (usually this is the bad guy); then, in good Boy Scout fashion, we make the camp a little better than it looked when we arrived and never truly leave…after all, aren't we the world police?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, college students seem to see the world with their still "20/20" vision. "I like my lifestyle and it is my government's responsibility to secure that lifestyle for me and my children." said Thor Hartwig, senior, studying Political Science. "China is our most imminent threat. Iraq is the key to winning the race."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary, many fellow students, though seeing the true nature of our current situation and recognizing its ugly value, nonetheless, feel remorse for our unofficial imperialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just happy that I can elect people whom I hope make God-fearing decisions. Heaven knows I would never ask to be put into a situation where I have to decide what is currently being decided in reference to Iraq and China." said Caci Chapman, senior, majoring in Socio-Cultural Anthropology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might continue to lead our lives lethargically moving from one side of the debate then rolling to the other based on the whims of our moods and the writing style of the author of whatever article we read. We might even have a heavy opinion, but like Coolidge's "educated derelicts" we won't make a difference unless we act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the former, "The unexamined life is not worth living." That's Socrates. To the derelicts, no excuses, Beethoven was deaf. To the "make love not war" VW van dweller—to you I give respect for standing for what you believe; but, before you say another word or hold up another sign naked, try rationing your gasoline for a year, eating rice with your hands, go attempt to have a rational conversation with the Taliban and drop yourself in the midst of a suicidal terrorist camp. If you make it back – I'll listen to why we should allow them to fly planes into our towers without immediate and decisive response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to the Taliban-sympathizers… we're coming to get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming? Not in Utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVO - With all the hype about globalwarming lately, one would think that we would be out in shorts and tank tops slurping down lemonade with those little umbrella straws—not so in Utah. No, Utah has been having one heck of wintertime; a winter even colder than in Nome, Ak. In fact, Utah isn't alone! Two weeks ago there wasn't a single spot between Fort Worth, TX and Anchorage, AK that was above freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, setting aside this immediate surmounting evidence, experts are claiming that the earth is getting warmer and warmer with each passing day. Interestingly, even government agencies are recognizing a trend leading us down the path to a tropical world. The EPA recently released its latest report stating that the average temperature trend from 1860 – 1900 compared with the trend of the last 40 years shows only a change of 1.4 °F warmer. And to add insult to injury, scientist claim that 1870 was the end of a minor ice age with temperatures colder than average globally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, despite all the horror stories, don't worry too much about waking up in a pool of glacial run-off – more likely, you'll first wake up in a sea of crude oil after the US gets done in the middle-east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even college students—historically, the radical "save the earth" via protest and drugs—are having a hard time stomaching the end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it-from-heat-stroke phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The earth has been undergoing its own 'seasonal' changes for millions of years. We enter periods of extreme cold [Ice Ages, the last major one ended 10,000 years ago] and then enter a period of warmer weather," said Caci Chapman, senior at BYU majoring in Socio-Cultural Anthropology. "This cycle will repeat itself. No need to fuss about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until you can fish in your backyard in a pool of glacial flooding or Robert Redford changes the name of Sundance Ski Resort to Sundance Sandboard-like-in-the-Sahara-my-brotha-dude, don't plan on cooking your meals via solar radiation flanking the o-zone. We're all still alive, and most of us whiter and colder than we'd like to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-3566777337910671774?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/3566777337910671774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=3566777337910671774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/3566777337910671774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/3566777337910671774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2007/03/trevors-newswriting-class.html' title='Trevor&apos;s Newswriting Class'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-5476341658463122571</id><published>2007-03-11T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:01:20.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTP9zKx4lI/AAAAAAAAALU/czZMrvsphFU/s1600-h/Home+and+Garden+Show+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040882543548818002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTP9zKx4lI/AAAAAAAAALU/czZMrvsphFU/s400/Home+and+Garden+Show+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Sunday is the day to blog, I will give an update! However, since not much happened, I will mostly just put up pictures of cute little Jace. First off, Jace rolled over today!!! We never put him on his belly be&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTQyTKx4mI/AAAAAAAAALc/oMSsKQ_BuMw/s1600-h/Home+and+Garden+Show+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040883445491950178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTQyTKx4mI/AAAAAAAAALc/oMSsKQ_BuMw/s200/Home+and+Garden+Show+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cause he hates it. However, I put him on his belly today to see if he would roll over. I was getting ready for the day in the bathroom, so we laid Jace in the hall just outside the bathroom so he could watch me blow dry my hair (he LOVES to watch me blow dry m&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTRszKx4nI/AAAAAAAAALk/9gazgiVeEVU/s1600-h/Home+and+Garden+Show+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040884450514297458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTRszKx4nI/AAAAAAAAALk/9gazgiVeEVU/s200/Home+and+Garden+Show+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y hair). So, he was laying there watching me, and then I walked into the bedroom. When I turned to look at him, he had flipped over! He couldn’t see me when I walked into the bedroom, so he flipped over so he could see me!! Isn’t that advanced?! He had no trouble doing it, either, so we think he has had the capacity to do it for a long time but has never had the opportunity due to the lack of belly time he gets. We know it was easy for him because we immediately flipped him back to his belly to do it again and then walked where he couldn’t see me and he flipped right over! He also had his first rice cereal today. He really really liked it, he just coul&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTSuzKx4oI/AAAAAAAAALs/xjmQEZcqsp8/s1600-h/Home+and+Garden+Show+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040885584385663618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTSuzKx4oI/AAAAAAAAALs/xjmQEZcqsp8/s200/Home+and+Garden+Show+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dn’t figure out how to eat it—he had most of it all over his face, but really seemed to enjoy it. His little tongue was frantically licking all over the spoo&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTTdjKx4pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ceBFqN-n0hA/s1600-h/Home+and+Garden+Show+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040886387544547986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTTdjKx4pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ceBFqN-n0hA/s200/Home+and+Garden+Show+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n like a hungry puppy—so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we all went to the Home and Garden show at the South Town Expo Center in South Jordan; it was a blast! Trevor went to every since chiropractor who had a station there, and incidentally signed up with each. He seriously signed up with five different chiropractors and even put down $20 deposits on the ones who requested it. I swear he is such an impulse buyer. Have you all seen those towels they have on T.V.? The orange ones that suck water up like crazy? Well, as soon as Trevor saw the demonstration he bought it—two actually. Every single person who gave a demonstration he bought from. He is so funny! I learned a valuable lesson yesterday—do NOT bring Trevor to event shows when he has cash in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing at the Home Show were the Sugar Gliders!! They were SOOOOOO&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTUIDKx4qI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ghh9pmuwmQ4/s1600-h/Home+and+Garden+Show+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040887117688988322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTUIDKx4qI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ghh9pmuwmQ4/s200/Home+and+Garden+Show+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute! They are from Australia and Indonesia and they are these little mouse/monkey animals. They are pocket pets that are like puppies. They form very strong bonds with p&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTUzTKx4rI/AAAAAAAAAME/UOO5DAdQiqw/s1600-h/Home+and+Garden+Show+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040887860718330546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTUzTKx4rI/AAAAAAAAAME/UOO5DAdQiqw/s200/Home+and+Garden+Show+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eople and are loyal forever. They are SOOOO cute! They are those little gliding animals that you always see on T.V. that fly from tree to tree—a sort of flying squirrel. I had the time of my life playing with them. We think we will get one next year when Jace is bigger. Also, at one of Trevor's chirportactor stops, we saw the guy from the R.M. and American's Mormon! He was worried about his back, too. We all got a picture with him!&lt;br /&gt;The we&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTeczKx4vI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HwiNeB76qkg/s1600-h/IMG_3278_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040898469287551730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTeczKx4vI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HwiNeB76qkg/s200/IMG_3278_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTVazKx4sI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FW3BvgYjVUk/s1600-h/Home+and+Garden+Show+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her has been GORGEOUS lately so today we went to the Heber City Railroad Park. It was so cute to see all the little kids fishing in the pond; five little freckle faced boys&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTWVzKx4tI/AAAAAAAAAMU/K7EUpK0UGpA/s1600-h/Home+and+Garden+Show+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040889552935445202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTWVzKx4tI/AAAAAAAAAMU/K7EUpK0UGpA/s200/Home+and+Garden+Show+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with Huckleberry Finn hair were all lined up with their fishing rods so Trevor went over there and asked them what they usually catch. They started telling him and then one of them was like, “Yeah, its way cool to fish, but you can only do it if you are 12 or under.” And then another chided in, “Yeah… or handicapped.” Then &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTXcTKx4uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/3bjbiMs3W8Y/s1600-h/Home+and+Garden+Show+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another added, “Yep! I’ll be able to fish for the rest of my life!” Aren’t 10 year old little boys so cute?&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be all for now! Enjoy the pics of our adorable baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-5476341658463122571?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/5476341658463122571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=5476341658463122571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/5476341658463122571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/5476341658463122571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2007/03/since-sunday-is-day-to-blog-i-will-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RfTP9zKx4lI/AAAAAAAAALU/czZMrvsphFU/s72-c/Home+and+Garden+Show+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-7497888516427701960</id><published>2007-03-05T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:37:07.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezhrLRdsXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YCZ594BGMFw/s1600-h/Blond+hair+340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038650214997406066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezhrLRdsXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YCZ594BGMFw/s400/Blond+hair+340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had written the previous post a couple days ago. However, I was unable to p&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/ReziyrRdsZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J96oioJfUVo/s1600-h/Blond+hair+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038651443358052754" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/ReziyrRdsZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J96oioJfUVo/s200/Blond+hair+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ost it because Blogger decided that our blog was a Spam Blog and was trying to delete it! I had to write Blogger and tell them not to delete it! Anyway, all is cool now and we are back to blogging!&lt;br /&gt;Davy and Mikey came up this past weekend to go to Trevor’s training meeting. A word on that: So, Orkin was supposed to have a big training meeting for all of the teams in Southern California but then things fell through and it got scheduled for the next week. Trevor has some guys in St. George who had already gotten work off in order to be at the meeting at the originally scheduled date. So, there was this conflict of dates, guys had already gotten&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Rezjv7RdsbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Bj38vWWFjjA/s1600-h/Blond+hair+334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038652495625040306" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Rezjv7RdsbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Bj38vWWFjjA/s200/Blond+hair+334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; work off, etc. etc. So, Trevor just held his own meeting with his guys and it was so impressive that Trevor’s boss asked Trevor if he could have his entire presentation to show the big guys over the entire sales program! Isn’t that cool?! Trevor is such a stud!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the training meeting was a huge success and we had a great time with Davy and Mikey. We played a lot of video games, ate pizza, watched movies, and went to Tucanoes. We always love it when people come visit because then it is an excuse to go there! After Tucanoes we w&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezjO7RdsaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BtN-wOcW5Uo/s1600-h/Blond+hair+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038651928689357218" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezjO7RdsaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BtN-wOcW5Uo/s200/Blond+hair+298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ent to Casino Royal at 12:05am. However, Davy and Mikey both fell asleep 20 minutes into the movie so we just woke them up and went home. Highschoolers are not used to the late nigh&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezkgrRdsdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gdP1F93mexs/s1600-h/Blond+hair+339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038653333143663058" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezkgrRdsdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gdP1F93mexs/s200/Blond+hair+339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t partying that college kids are used to. In fact, Davy brought a queen sized blanket into the theater, curled up (before the movie even began) in that little section between the handicapped seats and went right to sleep. He didn’t even attempt to watch it, that lazy sack of potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;Kinsi was a troop&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezkKbRdscI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Mez0s3ludN0/s1600-h/Blond+hair+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038652950891573698" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezkKbRdscI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Mez0s3ludN0/s200/Blond+hair+336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er at Tucanoes and entered the animal slaying den in order to be with the family. Although a strict vegetarian, she went and watched as skewer after skewer of thick bloody meat was brought to our table again and again. The things some people will do to be with family! On Sunday we went to church with Kinsi and then we all came home for spaghetti and Halo. Jini came over, too, and we played ticket to ride. I beat the PANTS of off EVERYONE! To say Trevor was utter&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Rezlv7RdsfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/noY_ZU8p5fo/s1600-h/Blond+hair+348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038654694648295922" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Rezlv7RdsfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/noY_ZU8p5fo/s200/Blond+hair+348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly amazed would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;It was Mom and Dad Suttner’s Anniversary on the 27th of February and Mom and Dad Chapman’s on March 3rd—Happy 25 years to you all!!!! To those who do not know, t&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezlFLRdseI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9wSAsz-SVDY/s1600-h/Blond+hair+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038653960208888290" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezlFLRdseI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9wSAsz-SVDY/s200/Blond+hair+342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his is a very interesting phenomenon—Trevor’s parents lived in Philadelphia, PA and were married in the Washington D.C. Temple on March 3rd. My parent’s lived in Kentucky and Tennessee and were married in the Washington D.C. Temple just 4 days earlier on February 27th. Each couple was married in the same room, in the same temple, by the same sealer just 4 days apart f&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezoO7RdsiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J7QIoJeeEpw/s1600-h/Blond+hair+352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038657426247496226" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezoO7RdsiI/AAAAAAAAALE/J7QIoJeeEpw/s200/Blond+hair+352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rom one another!! Isn’t that INCREDIBLE!? Who can deny that Trevor and I were just meant to be?! Again, not much to say, but pictures make up for it! The picture of Jace upside down on my lap is SO cute! We were sitting there watching T.V. and&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezmrbRdsgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4wG9mWzyrd0/s1600-h/Blond+hair+349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038655716850512386" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezmrbRdsgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4wG9mWzyrd0/s200/Blond+hair+349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had Jace on my lap, and he would scoot all the way down and hang his head over backwards so he could watch T.V., too. He is so cute! The picture of Jace falling out of his car seat is a new trick he learned. When we have him in the car seat when he wants to be held, he will scoot all the way out of the chair until he is on the floor and then we will come running and pick him up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-7497888516427701960?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/7497888516427701960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=7497888516427701960&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/7497888516427701960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/7497888516427701960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-had-written-previous-post-couple-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RezhrLRdsXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YCZ594BGMFw/s72-c/Blond+hair+340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-4596314480039203170</id><published>2007-03-02T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:38:40.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/ReoxAV-h48I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rtpyq9F_tYk/s1600-h/Blond+hair+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037893015136494530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/ReoxAV-h48I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rtpyq9F_tYk/s400/Blond+hair+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well we haven’t written in awhile and I don’t really remember much, so I will give a brief update and then just make up for it in PICTURES! Brooke and Rose came down on President’s Day weekend and we had a great time! We went right to work playing video games until 4:00 in the morning&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/ReoxgV-h49I/AAAAAAAAAHY/otxm8Wi5LHo/s1600-h/black+and+white+asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037893564892308434" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/ReoxgV-h49I/AAAAAAAAAHY/otxm8Wi5LHo/s200/black+and+white+asleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, shopping, challenging the limits in Ticket to Ride, and of course: TUCANO&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/ReoyMV-h4-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/aVtT_gMWCrs/s1600-h/Blond+hair+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037894320806552546" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/ReoyMV-h4-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/aVtT_gMWCrs/s200/Blond+hair+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ES!! We had a bit of a mishap, however, on the way to church on Sunday. We accidentally slept through ours (those video game parties are not conducive to arising at a decent hour) so we went to a freshman ward. On our way there to pick up Brooke’s car, we discovered that her tire was completely flat. So we went to sacrament and then tried to get the tire repaired so we could head up to Salt Lake for some fun at Temple Square. However, flat tires and Sundays in Provo don’t mix. We drove all the way from Wymount, down Canyon Road, and then up through Center Street all the way to Wal-Mart. We encountered j&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/ReozcF-h4_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/kV11dcmiRpE/s1600-h/Blond+hair+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037895690901119986" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/ReozcF-h4_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/kV11dcmiRpE/s200/Blond+hair+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ust on that route at least 12 tire repair shops, but not ONE was open. Finally (much to Eli’s dismay, I am sure) the Wal-Mart tire repair shop came to the rescue. (Sidenote-- In that picture with Jace and the hat, he is singing. Isn't that cute?!) Three hours later the tire was changed—it was quite the ordeal; especially for Brooke due to Trevor’s unique ways of consoling the distressed.&lt;br /&gt;Another monumental event was Kinsi’s 19th birthd&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo3PF-h5CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dKeJtjCI1PA/s1600-h/Blond+hair+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037899865609331746" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo3PF-h5CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dKeJtjCI1PA/s200/Blond+hair+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay; still a teenage but not TOO much of a teenager I guess! We celebrated by going to this really good Indian restaurant in Provo. It is called the Bombay House and it looks like an Indian house, all the servers dress like Indians, and it is just super fun! It was really funny, though, because at the table to our right were like six girls (probably roommates having a culture night) all dressed up in traditional Indian garb. Some had even painted red dots on their foreheads. It was quite funny because I think the traditional Indians were quite &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo4bl-h5DI/AAAAAAAAAII/4CdhrrWNDXM/s1600-h/Blond+hair+117+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037901179869324338" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo4bl-h5DI/AAAAAAAAAII/4CdhrrWNDXM/s200/Blond+hair+117+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;irritated. Happy Birthday to Kinsi!&lt;br /&gt;Trevor and I also had a MONUMENTAL weekend. Last Friday for the first time since Mom and Dad Chapman left when Jace was 3 weeks old, Trevor and I went on a date by ourselves! We gave Jace to Daniel and K&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Rez8CrRdsjI/AAAAAAAAALM/a4df5Fuy9NM/s1600-h/Blond+hair+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038679206026654258" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Rez8CrRdsjI/AAAAAAAAALM/a4df5Fuy9NM/s200/Blond+hair+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atherine a&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo7H1-h5II/AAAAAAAAAJg/AOZFqwOs5bM/s1600-h/Blond+hair+133+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd then went on a midnight hike through Provo Canyon—it was very beautiful&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo101-h5BI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Iv4toWcupis/s1600-h/Blond+hair+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and peaceful in the silence of the night and the beauty of the snow. We had so much fun, in fact, that the next day we gave him to Grandma and Grandpa Chapman and then went to Salt Lake and played at the Gateway.&lt;br /&gt;Now... the biggest news of the Blog: I’m BLOND! Yep, you heard me right: blond! We have been talking about going blond for California (you know, to fit in with the surfers) for quite awhile. Finally we decided to do it! We went to the salon and after five hours of trying to strip layers and layers of dark brown dye, blond was achieved. My stylist was incredible; I don’t think anyone else would have been able bust through the bro&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo5GV-h5EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y6m9O5C8Ot8/s1600-h/Blond+hair+149+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037901914308731970" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo5GV-h5EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y6m9O5C8Ot8/s200/Blond+hair+149+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wn. Since I had so much dark brown dye, they had to do a heavy w&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo5gF-h5FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vUPnqHtxGF8/s1600-h/Blond+hair+159+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037902356690363474" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo5gF-h5FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vUPnqHtxGF8/s200/Blond+hair+159+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eave, and then in a month I will do another heavy weave and then probably one more and then it will be done! I had no idea it was such a process.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the news of the hour! Not much to say, but aren't those some dog gone cute pictures? Jace is SOOOOOO Sweet!!!!!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo50F-h5GI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6CK-X7C90pg/s1600-h/Blond+hair+161+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037902700287747170" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo50F-h5GI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6CK-X7C90pg/s200/Blond+hair+161+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo6EF-h5HI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5gxpVC_zmH4/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037902975165654130" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/Reo6EF-h5HI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5gxpVC_zmH4/s200/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-4596314480039203170?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/4596314480039203170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=4596314480039203170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/4596314480039203170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/4596314480039203170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2007/03/blond.html' title='Blonde'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/ReoxAV-h48I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Rtpyq9F_tYk/s72-c/Blond+hair+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-2553251595824504423</id><published>2007-02-15T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:00:44.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031971933119710690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RdUn0AlWBeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eOJSEMicM1Y/s400/IMG_1663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OUR SCARY NEWS OF THE WEEK: We have been poisoned by Salmonella. I was watching the news this morning and in Utah the “Great Value” brand peanut butter and the “Peter Pan” peanut butter were being recalled because the batch number starting w&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RdUoJQlWBfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sd5SCCS_G_8/s1600-h/IMG_1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031972298191930866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RdUoJQlWBfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sd5SCCS_G_8/s200/IMG_1673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RdUoJglWBgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/b6PH0ECuSaA/s1600-h/IMG_1675.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h “2111” was co&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RdUrnQlWBkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/16MrkiLyErg/s1600-h/IMG_1675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031976112122889794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RdUrnQlWBkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/16MrkiLyErg/s200/IMG_1675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ntaminated with salmonella. No joke. So, after I heard that, I ran to the cupboard, pulled the Great Value peanut butter down, and frantically read the bath number. Yes, unbelievably, my batch number was 2111. Trevor, Jace, and I have all been poisoned. If not for your prayers we might all be dead by now. Our jar is a 28oz one and it is almost gone! That means we ate almost 28 oz’s of Salmonella! Isn’t that exciting!?!!! Here's the proof!&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day was so much fun! Trevor and I had a picnic up in Rock Canyon Park in the exact spot he proposed almost 2 years ago. We then drove to the first place we said, “I love you” and exchanged gifts. Jace was a sweetheart and gave us the gift of sleeping through everything—what a good baby! We then went to the mall and walked around with Jace looking at all the fun V-Day things and Trevor got his traditional large fresh squeezed lemonade from the Pretzel Maker. He says it is the nectar of the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Jace got sick of being a good baby because he started inconsolably screaming his head off at the mall and we had to quickly run to Blockbuster and get a movie and pizza and rush home to console him.&lt;br /&gt;Jace is growing more and more every day and learning so many little tricks! His new&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RdUo6wlWBiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/iennFydCVjg/s1600-h/IMG_1664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031973148595455522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RdUo6wlWBiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/iennFydCVjg/s200/IMG_1664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;est trick is a devious one, if I do say so myself! He just developed the “arch the back to get picked up” move. So, I will set him in his swing and he will swing quietly until he realizes that I am not there and then he will start calling for me to come get him. If I don’t pick him up immediately, his yells will get more and more ferocious until he is really telling me “what for”. Finally I will come over to see what the problem is and when he sees me there, he will quickly arch his back so that he is being supported by his shoulder blades and heels of his feet in the swing just centimeters from rolling out of the swing. This is to say, “If you don’t pick me up, I am going to throw myself over the side of this swing!” It works every time, that conniving little boy!&lt;br /&gt;Jace hates to be set down. Sometimes I can trick him into laying on the floor by doing the “diaper changing maneuver.” He loves to have his diaper changed, so I will lay him on the floor next to the T.V. and change his diaper. I do it really slow so that he will get engaged in the T.V. show. Then, when I can tell he is really interested, I will slowly slip away and he doesn’t even know I am gone until the show’s over. It’s great! He also has started taking baths alone. I used to have to hold him th&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RdUpGQlWBjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MFAWFYSTbkE/s1600-h/IMG_1667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031973346163951154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RdUpGQlWBjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MFAWFYSTbkE/s200/IMG_1667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e whole time or else he would get afraid. Now, I just put a little water in the bottom of the tub, set him in, and he has the time of his life! He has started kicking and splashing himself and it is SOOO cute!&lt;br /&gt;Another new thing he has started doing is “sit-ups”. We will have him on the ground and he will use his stomach muscles to lift his back and head off the floor to a 45 degree angle—it’s incredible! And when we lay him on the couch, he will do the same thing. He is so tough! We are still waiting for him to finish rolling over—he just can’t get his little shoulder out of the way, but he is making great progress!  All these pictures of Jace and Grandpa Chapman are adorable!  We went to visit them a couple Sundays ago and Jace and Grandpa looked like twins in their matching Sunday outfits, bald little heads, and cute cheeks!  Look at those two handsome men!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-2553251595824504423?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/2553251595824504423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=2553251595824504423&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/2553251595824504423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/2553251595824504423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2007/02/tricks.html' title='Tricks'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RdUn0AlWBeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eOJSEMicM1Y/s72-c/IMG_1663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-712053108451143694</id><published>2007-02-03T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:47:42.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orkin</title><content type='html'>Well, Trevor has been recruiting for Orkin Pest Control and he is filling up the teams quickly!  He had a HUGE recruiting meeting today.  It was really neat because yesterday he was like, “I want to recruit a bunch of people tomorrow.”  So he made a bunch of phone calls, rented a conference room at the La Quinta hotel, got some games together, ordered a bunch of pizzas and drinks, and had a HUGELY successful meeting!  It was AWESOME!  He recruited some really good guys who are going to sell excellently.  When Trevor wants to kick butt, Trevor kicks butt!  He is the top recruiter for all of this region of Orkin.  GOOOOO Trevor!&lt;br /&gt;            Jace continues to dazzle us with his charm.  He has figured out how to suck his little thumb and it is SOOOOOOOO cute!  He shoves his whole fist in his mouth and roots around for awhile trying to find where his thumb is.  Finally, after much grunting, repositioning and slobbering, he finds his thumb.  He then spends the next couple minutes trying to secure a good grasp on the little guy.  Once he gets good suction with it, he is SOOOO content and happy sucking away like a little leech.  He even has his own special way of sucking it.  He doesn’t suck it in the traditional way like Jini and Julia did (perpendicular to the floor), he sucks on it parallel to the floor (if that makes sense).  It is really cute.  Oh!  Also, he loses the strength to keep his thumb in his mouth (since he is doing it in such an odd way) so he takes his other little hand and braces his thumb with it.  We will take a movie of the whole process—it is SOOO cute! &lt;br /&gt;            I finally decided to tackle the massive job of reorganizing Jace’s room since Mom and Dad Chapman left.  Jace had yet to step foot in his room since he was born, so we thought it would be a big treat for him to see his crib for the first time in 3 months.  We had been using it as a storage room and so organizing it was quite the endeavor.  After a trip to Wal-Mart at 2:00am to get a bunch of free boxes and 18 hours of tedious work, I had the thing organized!  Jace had a marvelous time sleeping in his crib for the first time!  That is, until he noticed 5 minutes later that we weren’t there, woke up, and screamed bloody murder until we took him back to bed with us.  We’ll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;            I know that pretty much the only reason people check our blog is to see picture of Jace, so I will post a bunch to make up for lost time!  ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-712053108451143694?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/712053108451143694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=712053108451143694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/712053108451143694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/712053108451143694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2007/02/orkin.html' title='Orkin'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-6712858304328708359</id><published>2007-01-31T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:35:32.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jace's Sleeping Patterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RcWMq4BHy9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8dlxYjZICuw/s1600-h/Jace+extracted+sherpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027579227248511954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RcWMq4BHy9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8dlxYjZICuw/s400/Jace+extracted+sherpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well! So much for the constant updates I promised! I didn’t realize being a stay at home mom was so time consuming! Jace and I are having a great time spending the days together and Trevor is having a hectic time trying to balance a full school load, a full time job, and Jace and I. Such is life! Jace had his 3 month checkup yesterday and he is doing great! He is 13.12 lbs and 23 inches long. His head is like 17 cm or something but I would have to go check the paper to make sure. The doctor was extremely pleased with his strength and cognitive abilities; she said that she rarely sees such an advanced baby and he has the skills and strength of a 5 month old! He is able to stand by himself for an extended period of time (we just have to let him hold our fingers for balance) and he is able to keep his head in line with his body when he is being lifted from a laying position. What a stud! Also, today he was laying on the floor watching Myth Busters and I was making dinner and Trevor was reading a book. All of a sudden Trevor said, “Did you lay him on his side?” And I looked and there he was all rolled up on his side! And I was like, “No! I laid him flat on his back!” And by the time we looked at him again he had rolled up on to his OTHER side! He is going to be turning over before we know it!&lt;br /&gt;Currently one of our favorite things is his wakeup routine. So, we all go to bed around 12:00 together. When Jace falls asleep we put him in his car seat which is next to our bed. He wakes up at around 7:00 so I pick him up and let him sleep with us so he will sleep longer. Finally around 9:00 (I know… we get up late….) he is just sick of laying there while we sleep so he starts grunting and thrashing around and kicking the covers off and cooing really really cute until I finally can’t ignore him any longer. As soon as he sees that I am awake he bursts out into giggles and just thrashes around wildly as if to say, “It’s a new day! Let’s play!!!” It is SOOOOOOO cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;He is also SOOO cute when he wakes up from a nap because he always does the same stretches. He raises his tiny little arms up to his ears and then arches his back like a cat and just stretches for all he is worth in all directions. He then rubs his eyes and usually lets a stinker or two amid all the stretching. It is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah--the doctor was also very pleased with his “turn taking skills”. We will talk to him and then he will talk back to us. For instance, Trevor and I will be talking for the longest time and Jace will be silent. Then, we will ask him a question like, “How are you doing Jace?” And he will answer with goos, gahs, coughs, and coos. It is SOOOO cute! So we will have an actual conversation with him with each of us taking our turns. Jace will even have correct intonation like he will talk angry or sweet or excited and will make the proper facial expressions. I am telling ya—we have a prodigy on our hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-6712858304328708359?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/6712858304328708359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=6712858304328708359&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/6712858304328708359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/6712858304328708359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2007/01/jaces-sleeping-patterns.html' title='Jace&apos;s Sleeping Patterns'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RcWMq4BHy9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8dlxYjZICuw/s72-c/Jace+extracted+sherpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-9070746900370951544</id><published>2007-01-10T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:46:01.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New years!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to you all!  We’ve had a great Christmas vacation and are excited to go back to BYU tomorrow to start Winter semester.  We came down to St. George on the 23rd of December to see my Grandma—Nanni—who had flown in from Kentucky to spend a few days with the family.  It was soooo fun to see her after not seeing her for almost 10 years!  We had a great time singing songs, telling stories, and playing games.  She left that night.  We were so anxious to see Nanni that we worked like mad-men to get everything accomplished by the 23rd—Trevor and I each had 5 finals, we had to get everything squared away with Trevor’s work, get Trevor ready for Europe, and on top of that, have our own mini Christmas, and then get Christmas presents for everyone else.  It was chaotic to say the least!  But, we were able to get it all done, and see Nanni, and do it all with a newborn—PHEW!  So, after Nanni left it was up to the Suttners, Collings family, and us to party it up!  It was so fun to have the whole family together!  We must have played 30 games of “Ticket to Ride” and I must have attempted 30 times to get Lia and Justin to play “Munchkin” but every attempt was a brutal failure.  I have faith that in time they will see the error of their ways!&lt;br /&gt;            The Sommervilles (our neighbors) were out of town and lent their big house to the Collings family and us so we were more than comfortable!  However, once they got back, things got CRAMMED!  We had Dad, Mom, Jini, Kinsi, Davy, Chari, Gabe, Boe, Justin, Lia, Julia, Eli, Caci, Trevor, and Jace—15 people—staying in a 3 bedroom house.  People were draped on every couch, laying in front of every door, packed 2 deep on every bed—the things a family will do to stay in touch! &lt;br /&gt;            Christmas was so much fun and everyone got a lot of really neat things—Trevor got a trip to Europe!  On December 28th my dad and I dropped Trevor off at the Las Vegas airport.  It was super super sad, but he was super excited to make a film series all over Europe called “Forgotten Planet” which he will air on PBS stations.  Our sadness was intermingled with excitement, but after 5 days being apart, there was not an ounce of excitement mingling with that sadness—the sadness had eaten it all up!  So Trevor tried to but on a happy face for the camera as he toured Rome, Venice, Munich, Zurich, Amsterdam, and a plethora of other places.  It got so bad, in fact, that his film crew told him they would not film another shot unless he put on a convincing smile.  We were able to Skype (video chat) almost every day, so that was good.  But, the woe is over because HE COMES HOME TODAY!!!  HOORAY!!!  Jace and I leave for the airport in 2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;            It was been really sad having him gone, but it has been a lot of fun playing with my family!  All the kids love Jace to death and no one seems to be able to get enough holding time.  I especially have to battle Davy over him, because he always wants to snuggle and kiss him; it’s really cute.  It was super fun to see Beth and Laura last night!  Laura with her 8 month old, and Beth with her tiny 18 week tummy—it is amazing to see how things change! &lt;br /&gt;            Jace and I will be heading out to get Trevor, like I said, in 2 hours, and then we will be in Provo tomorrow!  And I promise I will quit being so negligent in our Blog keeping—I was doing so well before Fall semester started, you have to give me credit for that!  I am now just a stay at home mom—how wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-9070746900370951544?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/9070746900370951544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=9070746900370951544&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/9070746900370951544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/9070746900370951544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New years!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-8011128488860148504</id><published>2006-12-17T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:29:29.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009731666355789954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYkaGkpoII/AAAAAAAAADw/0fG167HQbso/s400/IMG_2087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OK! And now for update #2! I know we have been ridiculously lackadaisical in our blog updates, but things have just been absolutely crazy here! I am going to try to remember wha&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYiL2kpn-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vYctg-0eyiA/s1600-h/Jace+2-3+weeks+old+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009729222519398370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYiL2kpn-I/AAAAAAAAACg/vYctg-0eyiA/s200/Jace+2-3+weeks+old+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t happened since our last post.&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Jonas and Dohnele stopped by on their way to their new home in Oregon s&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYibWkpn_I/AAAAAAAAACo/x-ZpopFalLM/s1600-h/IMG_1298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009729488807370738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYibWkpn_I/AAAAAAAAACo/x-ZpopFalLM/s200/IMG_1298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o it was a lot of fun to chat with them and have our babies play with each other. Their baby, Emma, is 3 ½ months older than Jace but so much bigger! We thought this picture of their size difference was hilarious; she is so cute! Trevor’s dad arrived a few days later and we had a great time with him! He also helped out watching Jace, taking us to classes, fixing our car lights, etc. He was a lifesaver, too, and we are so thankful for the time and help he and Trevor’s mom gave to us. It was so much fun playing X-Box un&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYiyGkpoBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JJf5r8JJXqk/s1600-h/IMG_1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009729879649394706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYiyGkpoBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JJf5r8JJXqk/s200/IMG_1368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;til 3:00 am with them!&lt;br /&gt;Jace was b&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYilGkpoAI/AAAAAAAAACw/2gYJw77kpS4/s1600-h/IMG_1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009729656311095298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYilGkpoAI/AAAAAAAAACw/2gYJw77kpS4/s200/IMG_1322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lessed on November 19th. He was SO handsome in his little tuxedo! I had bought his tuxedo for him when he was still in embryo, but we thought the tiny thing would for sure fit him when he got here. However, when we went to try it on him the week before the blessing we found that the tiny little outfit was GIGANTIC on him. So, Trevor’s mom and I went on a mission to find a blessing outfit that would fit him. We went to store after store to no avail. There was not one tiny tuxedo in the whole of Utah Valley. We gave up on finding white tuxedoes and were ready to settle on anything white we could find. Finally we found this adorable little white sleeper that said, “Grandma&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYi-WkpoCI/AAAAAAAAADA/IkObFkOd4Pg/s1600-h/IMG_1399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009730090102792226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYi-WkpoCI/AAAAAAAAADA/IkObFkOd4Pg/s200/IMG_1399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;’s Little Angel&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYjOGkpoDI/AAAAAAAAADI/zbL4Rzeru5w/s1600-h/IMG_2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009730360685731890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYjOGkpoDI/AAAAAAAAADI/zbL4Rzeru5w/s200/IMG_2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e” on it. He looked radiantly handsome in it, but Trevor refused to have his first born blessed in a sleeper with cartoon animals on it, so I went to work miniaturizing the already minute tuxedo. The end result was well worth the work because he looked like a miniaturized James Bond—what a stud!&lt;br /&gt;My family came up for the blessing and Trevor’s grandparents and Aunt and Uncle and cousins and a bunch of others came to the blessing. Afterwards we had a hamburger cookout. It was so fun and the weather was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;We went down to St. George for Thanksgiving with my family. As always we had our annual turkey bow&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYjXmkpoEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/A6uhun-22xg/s1600-h/IMG_1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009730523894489154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYjXmkpoEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/A6uhun-22xg/s200/IMG_1975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l (minus the over-inflated turkey this time). The Thanksgiving menu was Martha Stewart’s suggestion. Everything was divine and ranged from maple syrup turkey to cranberry apple stuffing. It wa&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYjoWkpoFI/AAAAAAAAADY/nyaiuiIoSK4/s1600-h/IMG_2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009730811657298002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYjoWkpoFI/AAAAAAAAADY/nyaiuiIoSK4/s200/IMG_2054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s DELICIOUS! Trevor trounced Davy in one game after another: first at football then at trampoline basketball then at Monopoly. I think there are going to be a lot of rematches this Christmas! I trounced everyone in “True Colors” and once again another person was victimized by the ferocious “True Color” questions. My dad will never forgive the family for choosing Trevor over him for who they would most trust to catch them on a flying trapeze. So many complexes are born out of that game!&lt;br /&gt;Once we returned f&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYkOGkpoHI/AAAAAAAAADo/ik1ut2A5xLc/s1600-h/IMG_2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009731460197359730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYkOGkpoHI/AAAAAAAAADo/ik1ut2A5xLc/s200/IMG_2066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rom Thanksgiving we set to work on the Christmas season. We went to Orem to have our very first Christmas tree. We went to the Christmas &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYkAmkpoGI/AAAAAAAAADg/XFRR05Q5LEU/s1600-h/IMG_2082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009731228269125730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYkAmkpoGI/AAAAAAAAADg/XFRR05Q5LEU/s200/IMG_2082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tree lot and picked a magnificent Noble Fir. “Shocked” would be an understatement when I saw that beautiful Christmas trees really did exist. I was so used to the Christmas bushes we always haul off Pine Valley mountain—I thought those Christmas trees you see on Christmas post cars and Christmas movies was always an “ideal form” something like Plato's theory of forms-- something not truly reachable by any pine tree in nature. I wonder if my parents know that their Christmas trees don’t always have to look like front yard shrubbery.&lt;br /&gt;We then w&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYkyGkpoJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-EYpXLLwE34/s1600-h/IMG_2120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009732078672650386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYkyGkpoJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-EYpXLLwE34/s200/IMG_2120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ent to Wal-Mart and stocked up on Christmas decorations which should last us until 2015. We got lights, bulbs, popcorn tins, cookie tins, poinsettias, tinsel—you name it. If it has to do with Christmas, we got it. Trevor is a Christmas FANATIC!&lt;br /&gt;The next day we bought a cute little Santa outfit at Wal-Mart and then took Jace to get pictures with Santa in the mall; Jace was a celebrity! Everyone wanted to look at him. He was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute. He was such a succe&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYk-WkpoKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zVPNGe-BIxs/s1600-h/IMG_2166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009732289126047906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYk-WkpoKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zVPNGe-BIxs/s200/IMG_2166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ss, in fact, that every time we go to the mall now we dress him up in it and prance him around so everyone will ooh and ahh. It works every time. We will see how well it works in July—I wonder if people will be sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;I know we are leaving a lot out but I can not as of now think of anything. We are just going crazy with finals. This next week I am probably going to have a nervous breakdown, but after that I am done! No &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYm3GkpoLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/81gLpjvbKgo/s1600-h/IMG_2213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009734363595251890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYm3GkpoLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/81gLpjvbKgo/s200/IMG_2213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more school! Just Jace! Trevor leaves for Europe on the 28th so that will be a lot of fun for him. He is doing a TV series called “Forgotten Planet” that explores diverse places around the world. He will be there from Dec. 28th until Jan. 10th filming everything from Germany down to Italy. He might go over to Greece but we are not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;The monumental news in Jace's life is that he now weighs 11 lbs!!!! HOLY TOLEDO! Just 2 weeks ago he weighed 7 l&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYnC2kpoMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/As6Bm2ZIw2g/s1600-h/IMG_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009734565458714818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYnC2kpoMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/As6Bm2ZIw2g/s200/IMG_2123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bs 11 oz and now 11 lbs! He is seriously a little porker. What a beef! Also, no one is going to believe us but we saw it with our own eyes: Jace crawled today!! Trevor was laying on his belly on the bed so I put Jace on his belly on Trevor’s back. Jace was apparently uncomfortable because he kept fidgeting around and grunting. I didn’t move him because I thought it was so cute to see him laying there on Trevor’s back. Finally he got sick of it and decided to take matters into his own hands. He put his little feet down and CRAWLED all the way up to Trevor’s neck! It was so AMAZING! Anyway, I am going to keep this updated as soon as finals are over. Merry Christmas to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-8011128488860148504?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/8011128488860148504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=8011128488860148504&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/8011128488860148504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/8011128488860148504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/12/update-2.html' title='Update #2'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYkaGkpoII/AAAAAAAAADw/0fG167HQbso/s72-c/IMG_2087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-6032408220018009290</id><published>2006-12-17T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:37:31.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYXh2kpn1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1wqpKtVwwqk/s1600-h/IMG_1133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009717505848614738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYXh2kpn1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1wqpKtVwwqk/s320/IMG_1133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I know we haven’t been updating, but that is not to say we haven’t written any blogs… This is one I wrote on November 20th in fact. I will post it here and then write another one that is current. So sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past three weeks have been SO FUN! I can’t believe that tomorrow he will b&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYXpWkpn2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/GOEDx0bMPvo/s1600-h/IMG_1121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009717634697633634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYXpWkpn2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/GOEDx0bMPvo/s200/IMG_1121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e 3 weeks old! Time just seems to be racing by. I need to highlight the monumental things that have taken place.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday the 7th of November, Trevor’s mom Denalee flew down from Alaska to spend 2 weeks with us helping with Jace. She has &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYXymkpn3I/AAAAAAAAABE/BPdCOttJYYY/s1600-h/IMG_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009717793611423602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYXymkpn3I/AAAAAAAAABE/BPdCOttJYYY/s200/IMG_1154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been SOOOOOOOOOOOOO wonderful! We are SOOOO thankful she came to visit and help—I don’t know what we would have done without her; probably have a nervous breakdown. She has been cooking, watching Jace, burping Jace, dropping us off at school, cleaning—EVERYTHING. Who makes up those mother in law jokes? Mine is FANTASTIC!! We are going to be so sad to see her go.&lt;br /&gt;Also Tuesday the 7th Jace was able to go off the Bili Rubi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYX7mkpn4I/AAAAAAAAABM/qYzMnbMltzc/s1600-h/IMG_1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009717948230246274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYX7mkpn4I/AAAAAAAAABM/qYzMnbMltzc/s200/IMG_1134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n lights and his umbilical cord fell off! SO MANY MONUMENTAL OCCURANCES! We thought about saving his umbilical cord bu&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYYEmkpn5I/AAAAAAAAABU/Qf8mhYA6Wpw/s1600-h/IMG_1307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009718102849068946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYYEmkpn5I/AAAAAAAAABU/Qf8mhYA6Wpw/s200/IMG_1307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t it kind of grosses us out now to save that shriveled up little piece of flesh so we opted out. I have no idea where it is now—probably under the couch. Also, the reason I wrote this blog was because Jace had his first bath at home yesterday (the 15th)!!! It was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute; he was like a little frog. It was so so so so sweet and I just had to put pictures up. It was so funny because Jace HATES to naked. I was changing his diaper and took of his clothes so he was 100% naked—something he hasn’t been since his birth—and he was terrified and sta&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYYTGkpn6I/AAAAAAAAABc/tfxB3nOvngY/s1600-h/IMG_2035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009718351957172130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYYTGkpn6I/AAAAAAAAABc/tfxB3nOvngY/s200/IMG_2035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rted screaming. I picked him up and held him really really close so he would feel like he had clothes on, but he was so afraid that he couldn’t con&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYZVGkpn8I/AAAAAAAAABs/GnWrkOHauks/s1600-h/Jace+2-3+weeks+old+117+with+leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009719485828538306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYZVGkpn8I/AAAAAAAAABs/GnWrkOHauks/s200/Jace+2-3+weeks+old+117+with+leaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trol his bodily functions and he peed all over me. I just suddenly felt my entire shirt go wet and warm. It was a little bit gross to be covered in urine, but he was so cute that it was OK. The pictures of him are so cute, but so that Jace will not hate us when he turns 12, we have made it modest “Garden of Eden” style.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Trevor’s Dad got here on this past Tuesday. We picked him up from the SLC airport, saw Grandpa Chapman and then returned home for a big night of studying. I can’t wait to be done with school—just 4 weeks until the end of the semester! Hooray! Here are cute pictures of Jace; he is just the cutest thing in the entire world, and suc&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYZ42kpn9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/PIG1kFgL94s/s1600-h/Jace+2-3+weeks+old+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009720100008861650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYZ42kpn9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/PIG1kFgL94s/s200/Jace+2-3+weeks+old+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h a sweet sweet little boy. He never cries unless Trevor kisses him too much or he is hungry&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYZBmkpn7I/AAAAAAAAABk/S7Wpcs5z8qc/s1600-h/Jace+2-3+weeks+old+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009719150821089202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYZBmkpn7I/AAAAAAAAABk/S7Wpcs5z8qc/s200/Jace+2-3+weeks+old+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So sweet! The picture of him in little jeans is so cute. I got him those little 0-3 month jeans, but they are HUGE on his tiny little body and he looks like Steve Urkle—I had to put that in. All the other pictures are just sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***OK, well I am back and I don’t actually have all those pictures I mentioned. They are on Trevor’s computer. So, I have added in other pictures that are just as cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-6032408220018009290?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/6032408220018009290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=6032408220018009290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/6032408220018009290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/6032408220018009290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/12/updates.html' title='Update 1'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/RYYXh2kpn1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1wqpKtVwwqk/s72-c/IMG_1133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116260204355506657</id><published>2006-11-03T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:00:43.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BilliRubin, at it again...</title><content type='html'>Well, we took a hit from yesterday. Today his BR count is up by 1.1 at 14.4 compared to  yesterday's count of 13.3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116260204355506657?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116260204355506657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116260204355506657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116260204355506657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116260204355506657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/11/billirubin-at-it-again.html' title='BilliRubin, at it again...'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116241121000903877</id><published>2006-11-01T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:00:10.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>Good news everyone!  Jace’s Bili Rubin levels are at 15.5!  They are down from 18.8 yesterday!  Hooray!  We were VERY worried yesterday because they have to be hospitalized and get blood transfusions at level 20 so he was right there.  But this is a GREAT improvement!  We will take him to the hospital again tomorrow and if his levels are below 12 he can go off the lights.  Spread the news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116241121000903877?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116241121000903877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116241121000903877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116241121000903877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116241121000903877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116234999020356486</id><published>2006-10-31T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:59:50.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caci's Side of the Story</title><content type='html'>Trevor did an excellent job of doing the play by play of the past two days’ events, but I will sum it up here.  It has been quite the experience!  So, I was due October 28th.  We had a doctor’s appointment last Tuesday and I was just ready to have that baby, so I got stripped at the appointment, hoping that I would have the baby that night or the next night.  Trevor and I were fully thinking it would come the next night so we spent the rest of that day and all day the next day (Wednesday) trying to get all the last minute details ready for his arrival.  We went to the store and got everything we needed for the hospital, and I made a bunch of meals to go in the freezer so I wouldn’t have to cook later.  We cleaned the house and made sure everything was perfect for him to come.  I am still a full time student, and this week just happened to be midterms, so I was also working like a maniac trying to get all my papers done so I wouldn’t have to worry about them when Jace got here.  I finished 4 papers the next day and only had one more to do. &lt;br /&gt;We were sure the baby would come on Wednesday night so when Wednesday came and went we were more than disappointed.  We decided it was because we hadn’t bought a crib yet; so we went to the store and found the perfect crib, brought it home, and assembled it.  Right after that, I started going into labor and boy did it hurt like the dickens!  So we waited until they were unbearably painful and close together until we went to the hospital so that we could be admitted immediately and stuck on an epidural.  The contractions started about 9:00pm; we went to the hospital at 10:40.  The Orem hospital is about 20 minutes away, so the drive there was killer.  We got there and then they made me just lay there in labor until they could see if I was really in “active labor” or if it was just false labor.  After an hour and a half of pain beyond reason, they told me that it was false labor and that I would have to go home-- I wanted to die.  They gave me a shot of morphine so that I wouldn’t pass out from pain (I kept blacking out and throwing up because I was in so much pain).  The morphine worked relatively well and I was able to fall asleep when we got home around 1:30am.  Well, at 4:00am I woke up again in excruciating pain.  The morphine was supposed to keep me sedated and pain free until about 11:00am the next day.  They said that if I could feel pain, then it was active labor and to come back to the hospital.  We stayed at home for about an hour to make sure it wasn’t false, and then headed back to the hospital.  Trevor was so on top of things—he packed all the bags and had all his equipment ready so he could keep everyone up to date.  He had his professional video camera, professional camera, laptop, chargers, transfer cables—the works—to make sure everything was well documented.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived again at the hospital at 5:30am and were admitted since I was at a 4.  The pain was unbearable and I kept asking for an epidural, but the anesthesiologist was not at the hospital yet, so they called him to come immediately; he arrived about an hour later.  It was so funny (though not at the time) because he finally got there after I had been demanding from every nurse that they get him.  I was getting pretty irrational, and then he finally walked in and started setting up the stuff, but then he got a phone call. “Sorry, I have to take this really quick,” he said.  Then the conversation went as follows from his end, “Oh hey honey.  Oh you left your backpack?  Well, sweetie, I am giving an epidural right now so I can bring you your backpack after you get off the bus.  Just tell your teacher I am coming…”  I was about to kill him!  I was dying there right before his eyes and he was negotiating when he would get his 3rd grader her backpack!  Oh goodness!  Finally he got off the phone, apologized, and went to work.  It was cool because he numbed the skin with a local anesthetic and then did the epidural, so the epidural didn’t hurt at all.  Trevor was watching and told me later that he stuck this humungous needle into by back and pushed with all his might to get it through the spinal column and then through the other spinal stuff and his hands were just shaking with pressure because it was so hard.  Icky.  Anyway, once they had that epidural in, I was on cloud nine.  Things were a piece of cake!  I didn’t feel a thing until Jace was in my arms!  I was in labor until 3:15pm.  During that time I was just sleeping and having a grand time.  So I was in labor from 9:00pm the day before until 3:15pm the next day—18 hours.  They broke my water after they gave me an epidural but I didn’t need any pitocin.  I started pushing at 3:16 and Jace was in my arms at 4:16—exactly one hour!  The whole thing was really easy and a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;Jace is the sweetest little thing and never cries.  He just loves to sleep and sleep and sleep.  We were quite shocked when we saw him for the first time because he was so gray and his head was TOTALLY cone shaped—it looked like an upside down ice cream cone.   I looked at Trevor when he saw him for the first time and Trevor was just in shock.  After he got some blood flowing he turned into a beautiful olive color and his head is now perfectly spherical—he is an absolutely gorgeous baby.  We love him to death! &lt;br /&gt;My parents arrived at the hospital later that day.  They were so great and helped out a ton—they got us a mattress for the crib, receiving blankets, towels, and everything else we didn’t have at the house.  We stayed at the hospital until Sunday afternoon.  We came home to a beautiful roast and a sparkling house—aren’t parents (and especially moms) the best?  We have spent the rest of Sunday just being together and enjoying our new little family! &lt;br /&gt;Trevor has been the most WONDERFUL dad—he helps change him every time, gets up with him when I do, and is so attentive to Jace.  When we are asleep, I just go completely dead because Trevor is there worrying about every little noise he makes, so I don’t have to worry a bit!  It is so sweet to see Trevor interact with Jace, because whenever Jace isn’t in the Bili Rubin lights, Trevor wants to be holding him.  And whenever he has to go in the lights, Trevor does it because he is so gentle and careful and patient, and just will sit there for 20 minutes holding him in front of the lamps so he can get used to it before he is laid under it.  Trevor is just the best dad ever; I am amazed at how attentive and tender he is with him.&lt;br /&gt;We’re having a great time!  Trevor is keeping the Mac  website up to date—you can check it out at &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/jtrevorchapman"&gt;http://web.mac.com/jtrevorchapman&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116234999020356486?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116234999020356486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116234999020356486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116234999020356486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116234999020356486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/10/cacis-side-of-story.html' title='Caci&apos;s Side of the Story'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116207801689401334</id><published>2006-10-28T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:01:05.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>photo and videos</title><content type='html'>Everybody! &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/jtrevorchapman"&gt;GO HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see many pictures and videos of Jace and us!&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;http://web.mac.com/jtrevorchapman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116207801689401334?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116207801689401334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116207801689401334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116207801689401334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116207801689401334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-and-videos.html' title='photo and videos'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116207510856536725</id><published>2006-10-28T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:26:08.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Jace102806_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/Jace102806_06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Jace102806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/Jace102806.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Jace102806_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/Jace102806_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Jace102806_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/Jace102806_04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116207510856536725?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116207510856536725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116207510856536725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116207510856536725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116207510856536725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/10/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116201966287350666</id><published>2006-10-28T01:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:15:10.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a BOY!</title><content type='html'>Will post photos tomorrow morning - dead tired. All is well. He (Jace) is wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116201966287350666?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116201966287350666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116201966287350666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116201966287350666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116201966287350666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-boy_28.html' title='Its a BOY!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116196459029767841</id><published>2006-10-27T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:23:15.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hour-by-hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Photo%2083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/Photo%2083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3:17 PUSHING... PUSHING HARD!&lt;br /&gt;3:15 PM Friday :: COMPLETED - We are now trying to push on this next contraction. This is play-by-play...I am literally sitting next to Caci on the bed and typing. About 20 seconds until we start pushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 2:53 PM Friday :: Still waiting, they just put a little bit of pitocin in Caci's IV. Still at a nine. We'll see what happens soon. We also filmed a bit more for a video but it wont upload!&lt;br /&gt;Added: Picture of Caci to right.&lt;br /&gt;Added: A possible way for you to view a quick videocast of our hospital experience. Its in the "Public" folder entitled "Labor.mov"  To Play :: &lt;a href="http://idisk.mac.com/jtrevorchapman/?view=web&amp;lang=en"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 1:21 PM Friday:&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep for a wile. When I woke I heard the great news that Caci is dilated to a 9 and 100% effaced...Just a matter of time now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15 AM Friday :: Caci had her water broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:39 AM, Friday&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Caci is napping after a 12 hour ordeal...and there is still more. I'll give a synopsis of what has happened so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 PM Thursday :: Contractions begin again after having been stripped at 1:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;9:00 PM Thursday :: Contractions are regular at 3 - 4 minute intervals and very intense&lt;br /&gt;10:45 PM Thursday :: Arrive at Hospital - No progress since morning visit to midwivery clinic&lt;br /&gt;11:00 PM Thursday :: Caci begins to black out during 25% of contractions&lt;br /&gt;11:55 PM Thursday :: Morphine shot given after decision that Caci is in early labor - sent home&lt;br /&gt;12:30 AM Friday :: Caci falls asleep&lt;br /&gt;1:30 AM Friday :: Trevor falls asleep&lt;br /&gt;4:30 AM Friday :: Caci wakes because of intense contractions - we know that she is in active labor -- morphine does not help&lt;br /&gt;4:45 AM Friday :: Caci takes hot bath and passes out repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;5:15 AM Friday :: Nurses in "Labor &amp;amp; Delivery" recommend that we wait a while longer&lt;br /&gt;5:20 AM Friday :: Pain too intense, we go for round two at hospital&lt;br /&gt;5:35 AM Friday :: Nurses leave admitted pregnant patient when they see Caci and immediatley check her&lt;br /&gt;6:15 AM Friday :: Having dilated to a 4, we are admitted into the hospital&lt;br /&gt;6:30 - 8:15 AM Friday :: Caci repeatedly tells nurses she needs an epideral -- waiting on anesthesiologist&lt;br /&gt;8:20 - 8:35 AM Friday :: Anesthesiologist administers epideral to Caci&lt;br /&gt;8:40 - Present :: Caci is again happy...&lt;br /&gt;9:25 - Present :: Caci Naps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116196459029767841?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116196459029767841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116196459029767841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116196459029767841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116196459029767841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/10/hour-by-hour.html' title='hour-by-hour'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116190921252236899</id><published>2006-10-26T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:01:09.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog</title><content type='html'>Go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://web.mac.com/jtrevorchapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/jtrevorchapman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK HERE TO WATCH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to view a quick video we put together in prep for this birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116190921252236899?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116190921252236899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116190921252236899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116190921252236899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116190921252236899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/10/video-blog.html' title='Video Blog'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116171286216055414</id><published>2006-10-24T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:16:36.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming SOON!</title><content type='html'>We just returned from the midwivery clinic -- Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;Caci is dilated to a three (3)!!&lt;br /&gt;75% effaced, soft, anterior, and the baby is at -1&lt;br /&gt;Good Results! She also had her membranes stripped...so, we are hoping either tonight or tomorrow night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116171286216055414?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116171286216055414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116171286216055414&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116171286216055414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116171286216055414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/10/coming-soon.html' title='Coming SOON!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116163881280613950</id><published>2006-10-23T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:26:52.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I know you are all anxiously awaiting the post that says that we had a baby, but unfortunately this post is not the one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went in for a doctor’s appointment last Tuesday and they said I will probably deliver a few days early, so that is fantastic!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It can happen any day now!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I have been going to the indoor track and walking like maniacs to get the show on the road.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;This past weekend was homecoming so we went to the “Homecoming Spectacular” which was a showcase of BYU’s finest dancers, singers, and musicians.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was GREAT!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Folk Dance team performed, the Young Ambassadors, the Modern Dance Team, the Jazz Band—all kinds of groups.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very very good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sherrie Dew was the MC and that was also a lot of fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The next day we went to homecoming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was quite the treat!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor really wanted to go, but I (being 5 days away from my due date and ready to pop at any moment) didn’t really want to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So he kept asking me and I kept telling him that there were no pregnancy prom dresses in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; and I didn’t want to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was all, however, a plot so he wouldn’t know what was happening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;On his birthday I bought a really beautiful cake (he would have seen me making one) and gave it to Kinsi to give to her teacher (the class that she and Trevor have together).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, apparently, Trevor walked in late to this class with 180 people in it, and the teacher said, “Trevor—will you please come down here?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looks like someone is asking you to homecoming!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Trevor had to go in front of the whole class amid the hoots and hollers and accept this cake that said, “It would ice my cake if you would be my homecoming date!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Find my name and number in the cake.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He immediately “knew” it was me and was telling everyone that it was me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, after class he called me up and said, “Yes!” But I acted like I had no idea what he was talking about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He continued saying yes, convinced it was me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I continued to deny it and countered that it was some freshman girl in his class that had a crush on him and didn’t know he was married.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I was pretty convincing because after about an hour of denying it, Trevor began to think it really was some girl in his class and then started feeling really bad (but flattered) that he was going to have to tell her no.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said that he was going to say, “I am so flattered that you would ask me, but it was just really bad timing—I mean, my wife is due this week, and she could go into labor at any time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, if you had asked me one week later, everything would have been fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But me dancing the night away while my wife is in labor doesn’t really jive too well with my wife.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, he felt really bad that he was going to have to destroy this little girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got home from his birthday lunch and we decided to cut into the cake to find the girl’s name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, low and behold, Trevor found the name and number—and it was indeed me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO funny!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Too funny for words!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;We went to the Saturday night black and white formal dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made my own dress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was black satin with layers and layers of black tulle so that my belly looked like an accessory!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish we could post pictures on here because they are really cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor got to wear his three piece suit and stole the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We go in for a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning—everyone pray that he comes soon!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are so excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116163881280613950?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116163881280613950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116163881280613950&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116163881280613950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116163881280613950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116088311721873748</id><published>2006-10-14T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:31:57.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>Today was so much fun!  Trevor and I woke up and started out the day.  His biology group was coming to our house for a biology meeting at 2:00 so I was going to just play until they came and then I would do my homework when they got here.  So, it was 2:00 and then Kinsi called and said that she was sick and needed to be picked up from Jini’s house and since Trevor got her sick he had to pick her up.  So, Trevor’s group was going to be arriving any second, but we needed to pick up Kinsi, so I told Trevor I would go get her, but he said that he had to go, too, and that he would just leave a note to have them just come in the house and I was like, “That’s not pragmatic—you stay and I will go take her home.”  But he insisted and so he was like, “Just run to the car—lets make this quick and be back hopefully before anyone gets here.”  So we run as fast as we can to the car, and fly down the road, and then Trevor remembered that he was supposed to have treats for the group but he had forgotten to tell me to make them.  So I was all stressed and was like, “Drive faster so I can at least have something in the oven when they get there.”  So I am totally stressed out and frantic and we get to Jini’s house and start honking for Kinsi but she doesn’t come out.  So Trevor was like, “OK let’s go get her.”  And I told him to just run up and get her since I am so slow and we were in a rush.  But he said that I had to come with him because he felt weird that Kinsi kept telling everyone it was his fault that she was sick.  So I got out of the car all flustered because I didn’t not think the situation was efficient.  So we run up to the door and throw it open and I run inside and frantically yell, “Are you ready?  Quick, let’s go!”  And then, I stop and look around, and there are like 15 girls sitting there and I know them all.  I thought it was a little weird but I was so stressed to get back to the house to make the cookies and get there before the group did that nothing registered.  Finally, after about 2 seconds, I realized that these were all my friends and they were there for a surprise baby shower!  I had NO idea!  I was SO surprised! &lt;br /&gt;            It was way fun and it was so good to see so many of my friends.  First off, when I walked in, I was set on my giant “throne” as I was Princess for the Day.  I was decked out in a tiara, blinging earrings, bracelet, necklaces, even a diamond broach.  We played “Guess The Pregnant Woman’s Girth” in which everyone estimated WAY bigger than I was—those punks!  And then we played “Guess What the Baby Poopie is Made Of” in which candy bars have been melted into cute little baby diapers and we have to figure out what candy bar it was, and then we played the “Pregnancy Bag Game” in which pillows were tied to the girls’ bellies and they had to pick up a paper bag while standing on one foot with their teeth.  Kinsi impressed all by winning, even in a skirt!  We then played “Pregnancy Charades” and some of the things people wrote and had to act out were SO funny—especially Laur’a guess when the answer was “Cow”.  I won’t go into it here, but it was very very very funny.  All the games were a lot of fun, and then we had strawberry and crème filled crepes, and fruit punch.  I got so many cute little things for Jace!  So many cute onesies, outfits, diaper things, bath stuff, medical supplies—tons of stuff!  Jini and Kinsi did a great job putting it on—I was way surprised and it was super fun!&lt;br /&gt;            Later that day I went to a reunion of all the girls on my floor from my freshman year.  It was so fun to see everyone and have everyone see my gigantic belly and get updates on so many of my old friends.  We are now all just counting down the days until Jace is born!  12 days!!!! &lt;br /&gt;            Trevor and I are about to head out to see “World Trade Center” at the dollar theatre—we have been wanting to see it ever since we saw the previews almost a year ago, so that will be really fun.  We are STILL trying to find a way to post pictures on here.  In the meantime, words will have to suffice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116088311721873748?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116088311721873748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116088311721873748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116088311721873748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116088311721873748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/10/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116063490276660555</id><published>2006-10-12T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:35:02.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>Well things were a bit scary these past couple of days.  We went in for our doctor’s appointment yesterday morning, and they found out that the baby hadn’t grown since our last appointment (a week ago) and he was 2CM smaller than he should be, and I had lost weight.  So, the doctor was really worried and issued us in for an emergency ultrasound.  They thought that the baby was not getting the nutrients it needed and had stopped growing so I would have to be induced to get it out ASAP.  So, this morning we went in for our ultrasounds, and it turns out everything is fine!  We just have a little baby, apparently.  It is 6.4 lbs and 35CM.  He is so cute!  He has a full head of hair, and Trevor’s voluminous lips!  We are a little worried about his chin—it looks weak… so we are hoping it was just the position his head was in or something.  Everyone cross your fingers and hope he has a strong chin.  Other than that, he is a CUTIE!  We will see him in PERSON in about 2 weeks!  Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116063490276660555?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116063490276660555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116063490276660555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116063490276660555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116063490276660555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-116035398512316614</id><published>2006-10-08T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:33:05.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>**** Well, I began this blog last week but then extenuating circumstances prevented the completion and posting of it.  So I am going to finish it up with recent events and post it on up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke and Rose came down on Friday to visit for the weekend, and we had a great time!  They pulled in late Friday night, and we all went out to dinner at Fizolies (or however you spell it) and then went out for ice cream at Coldstone.  Trevor was super super excited when he saw one of the Coldstone creations titled, “Cakey Cakey Shake” or something like that.  It was a cake batter ice cream with big chunks of yellow cake mixed in.  He was so so so excited, and then they gave it to him and he took a big bite and almost puked.  It was very tragic.  He tried to coerce Brooke into taking it back in exchange for another, but alas, to no avail.  He was left to eat 3 more bites of his $6.00 shake, contemplate how President Hinckley would handle the situation, and then leave it to rot in our freezer.&lt;br /&gt;            The next day we got up a little late for conference, but all was not lost!  TiVo came to the rescue!  Oh yeah—we bought TiVo on Tuesday!  We are super excited, because now I will have something to do at 3:00 in the morning when Jace won’t go to sleep.  I can be watching “Good Things Utah” and “The Martha Stewart Show”!  Hooray!  Anyway, we watched conference which was really really really good for all of you who missed it, and then we went out to probably the best restaurant in existence: Tuhcanoes (I don’t know how to spell that one, either).  We had a blast sampling probably 40 different salads  and then reverted to our Neanderthal days as we ate all the various meats they brought around.  Trevor and Brooke even ate the chicken hearts!  Trevor said they were delicious and had the consistence of “tender meat”.  Brooke, however, didn’t join in his enthusiasm, and almost spewed it all over the table. They were so gross—they were these tiny little hearts, shaped just like a human heart, but they were the size of a dime.  Sick. &lt;br /&gt;            Afterwards we drove up the canyon to Sundance Ski Resort (which I just found out is owned by Robert Redford) and looked at the MAGNIFICENT changing leaves.  It was breathtaking.  We drove up the canyon a ways past the resort and looked down from the top of the mountain—it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;            We then returned home so Trevor could go to the Priesthood session and the girls and I went SHOPPING!  Alas, shopping is not as fun when you can’t fit anything over your belly, so I just bought Trevor some stuff and sat on the couches with the other pregnant women.  They come in masses to the mall—I swear I saw at least 8 in the hour we were there.  In American Eagle it was so funny because there is a Love Seat and then two reclining chairs.  Plopped down at one end of the Love Seat was a gigantically pregnant (about to pop) girl, and then I plopped down next to her with my big belly, and then another gigantically pregnant girl plopped down in the reclining chair.  We all just looked at each other with a “knowing” of how we couldn’t wait to get those babies out of us. &lt;br /&gt;            Brooke, Rose, and I finished up shopping and headed home.  As we approached my house, we looked up in the window and saw a bunch of people in there.  I was extremely confused and started trying to orient myself, thinking that perhaps I had gone to the wrong house, but no—our curtains were hanging right in the window.  So I was really really confused and afraid, and went up to the door, and was greeted by an exuberant hug from none other than little Boe!  The family had come up to celebrate my 22nd birthday!  It was QUITE the surprise!  I had no idea at ALL!  It was so fun to see everyone!  We had deli sandwiches and cake (a beautiful strawberry shortcake Jini made in honor of herself) and played X-box. We opened presents and the family had gotten me a boxful of my favorite junk food, a beautiful fruit basket with my favorite healthy food, and then $150 to get myself a rocking chair (the number one thing I wanted for my birthday).  Lia and Justin got me three absolutely adorable outfits for Jace, and the Chapmans got me this super good makeup in all of my colors.  I was very grateful for all the fabulous gifts!!  They were all so wonderful—thanks so much everyone!&lt;br /&gt; Later all the big kids and adults gathered in Jace’s room for a rousing game of Scruples.  It was HILARIOUS!  I think the funniest was when Brooke asked Mom the following question, “You live in a rental apartment, and the renter right next to you insists on doing Yoga in the mornings completely nude right in front of your bedroom window.  Would you complain to your landlord?”  Apparently no one had briefed Brooke on mom’s scruples on nudity.  Brooke was expecting a gasped, “YES!”  But instead got a round of guffaws from all players as mom rolled on the floor holding her belly with laughter and tears as she squeaked out, “No way!  I would probably ask if I could join in!”  It was HILARIOUS!  Mom is a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;            The next morning we got up and had a beautiful breakfast of crepes at Jini’s house.  I was amazed when I walked in and saw a stack of—no kidding—like 150 crepes stacked at least 8 inches off the table.  When I make crepes I make about 12 and then call it good.  We then went back to our house to watch conference.  Again, it was a magnificent conference which dad snored loudly through.  Next Brooke, Rose, Kinsi, Trevor, Davy, and I got in our church clothes and drove up to Salt Lake to listen to conference on the grass next to the temple and show Rose around.  Conference could not have been more incredible there in that atmosphere.  The weather was cool and perfect, the sun was shining, the temple beautiful, and Davy would argue the company fantastic.  He met a new friend—John Jingleheimer—who he bonded with through the conference.  A truer friend could not be found. &lt;br /&gt;            We returned home and had a delicious pot roast (wow—I am just noticing how much we ate!  Gee whiz!) and said our goodbyes.  Oh, but not before dad swept our front porch and informed us of the audibility of our windows.  Both of which we were very grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** OK, here I am starting in a week after I wrote the above.  On Monday was my birthday and Trevor made it so special!  He is such a sweetheart!  He had tests, quizzes, and assignments to do all morning, and he told me that he had to wake up at 4:30am so he could get it all done (the day before was Sunday so he couldn’t do it then).  As everyone knows, Trevor really really really loves his sleep so I was really really impressed that he wasn’t going to break the Sabbath and he was going to sacrifice many hours of his very precious sleep so that he could get everything done and still honor the Sabbath.  So we go to bed and the alarm goes off and Trevor gets up and does some stuff and then goes back to sleep.  It turns out he didn’t really have to do all that homework (just a test later that day) but he was getting up to make me breakfast and get the day ready.  So sweet!  (It was the thought that counted although he didn’t really do it)  Anyway, for the rest of the day Trevor and I were both running around to classes and getting homework and stuff done.  Trevor finished and then banished me to the library where I was to do homework until my birthday was ready.  I was there for about 3 hours and then Trevor appeared and took me home.  We walked in and there was Jini and Kinsi there to celebrate, too!  Kinsi had made a banana cake from scratch and it was really really good.   Jini got me a gift certificate to the salon to get a pedicure since I haven’t been able to reach or see my toes for the past 3 months, and Kinsi had gotten me a bunch of things for Jace which she hid around the house for me to find as I went about my day to day business.  Trevor got me a Cocomotion (which I have been eyeing for about 2 years now) and gourmet hot chocolate, and a top of the line oven mit (he noticed that I always went into his drawers and got his socks when I needed to remove something from the oven) and then there was a note that said the best present was in Jace’s room.  So I went into Jace’s room and right there was this absolutely fantastic jogging stroller!  It is incredible!  It has EVERYTHING!  I am SOOO excited and it is the only one in America that you can use right when the baby is born.  All the other ones you can only use once the baby can hold its head up.  I LOVE it and am SO excited to use it!  After presents we had Pizza and watched T.V.  It was very enjoyable evening.&lt;br /&gt;            Saturday we went to the Stake Activity which was a Chinese Festival and it was really really fun.  We had authentic moon cake and Panda Express—what could be more Chinese?   Trevor is once again sick so I need to go give him fluids, but happy Sabbath to you all!  We hope we can figure out how to put pics up now.  Trevor is going to have to heck into the system somehow.  Lets see if he can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-116035398512316614?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/116035398512316614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=116035398512316614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116035398512316614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/116035398512316614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday!!!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115915405921157779</id><published>2006-09-24T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:54:32.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness, Couches, and Pente</title><content type='html'>*** I just spent 15 minutes trying to upload pictures, and it is NOT going to work, so I have given up until further notice. so sorry!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor and I started classes at BYU on the 5th. We both have 14 credits and scheduled them to be staggered so someone can always be home with Jace. It has been pretty crazy—I drop Trevor off at 10 in the morning and then I go to the library and study and then we see each other in the library right before we switch between classes and studying. It is nice that I will be able to study with Jace at home in the mornings and then Trevor can take him after that when I pick him up. We are getting a feel of how things will go once he is here and we think it is going to be OK. All my Anthropology professors were extremely stunned when I walked into my anthro classes as big as a house. I guess it is shocking to say the least to have someone just 4 months ago look like a normal person, and then, without warning, the next time you see them, look like a beach ball was viciously inflated in their belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor and I both are really enjoying our classes—he has a bunch of GE’s, and I have four 400 level anthropology courses and a religion course – Eternal Marriage—with Trevor. It is so fun to be in that class together and study the material together! It is the perfect class to take with your spouse! Today was our first day of church with our ward (last Sunday Trevor was on his death bed, and the Sunday before we had a regional conference in which Elder Monson, Elder Haight, and Elder Eyering spoke at the Marriott Center—Trevor and I had front row seats!) and we LOVE our ward! We love it! We are so excited for this upcoming school year! As mentioned, Trevor was deathly ill last week. He filmed a wedding reception last Thursday and it was raining really hard and we think he got sick then. We thought he just had a severe cold, so we just put him to bed and gave him cold and flu medicine. When the days past and he progressively got worse, we began to worry. On Sunday our home teachers gave him a blessing, but to no avail. By Monday his temperature was 105 degrees and his glands were humongously swollen. His fever kept breaking throughout the day, drenching him in a cold sweat, and then within the hour he would again develop a 105 degree fever. So, we decided to take him to Urgent Care. They did a bunch of tests on him and did bloodwork and found that he had some sort of viral infection. They could do nothing to treat the virus, but they could give him drugs to treat the symptoms, so they gave him codeine to mask the pain. He was drugged up and deathly ill until the next Saturday. His old mission companion and cousin came over and gave him a blessing on Friday, and then he was better by Saturday—we were very happy! I had been going to all his classes for him (except his Anthropology and Philosophy classes, because Kinsi is in those with him so she could take notes for him) and I was exhausted! He is now healthy as a horse and we are very very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big news of the week happened yesterday! My Saturday goal was to get Jace’s room all organized and set up so I could begin decorating it for his arrival in a month. So, I began the whole unpacking/organization process, and then Trevor and I went to the Wilk Board to see if there were any cribs for sale. There was a crib for sale and also a couch for sale. We wanted a new couch, so we went to see both. We first went to where the coach was being sold for $40. We got there and it was disgusting—totally 80’s and Koolaid stained. We graciously declined, and then began heading to where the crib was being sold. On our way we saw a tent sale at RC Willey and just decided to stop in on a whim. We parked the car, walked in, and then both of us saw a couch that was the most magnificent of all couches we had ever seen. We were enamored with its beauty and inquired into its cost. It turns out it is $1,700 usually, but it was on sale for $650! We spent the next hour deliberating as to whether a coach was worth a whole months of rent, and we decided we would never come across a couch of such unmarked beauty—so we got it!!!! We love it! We spent the rest of the day getting it delivered to our house and setting up everything in the front room. Everything that used to be in the living room is now in Jace’s room, so my Saturday project was a huge backfire. I have triple work on his room now—we have no idea what we are going to do with the 6’ LuvSac that used to be in the living room. It is currently just obstructing any hope of entrance into Jace’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Saturday when I was at the General Relief Society Broadcast, Trevor went to American Fork and picked up a picture Mom Chapman had left there for us when they passed through Utah last month. It is a picture of Christ that a ward member had made for Trevor while he was on his mission in Russia. It is beautiful and made of torn pieces of paper—a real work of art! Another Saturday project was the assembling of our table (what a coincidence we did it the same day as the Collings!) It was quite the feat. Things kept going wrong, like we couldn’t find the template for the holes we needed, so we had to buy a drill to drill our own, and then we got the wrong type of screws necessary, and then we discovered I threw away Trevor’s caulking gun, etc. It was quite the fiasco. But, after 2 hours of diligent work and a lot of shedding of sweat and blood, Trevor finally got it assembled; it is absolutely beautiful! This will be the first time we have had a working table at BYU in our whole married life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had dinner at Kinsi’s house and it was very very good—we were extremely impressed! It looked like something you would order at a fancy restaurant. I had no idea Kinsi had such culinary talent! We then took a blanket out to the sun drenched grass and enjoyed the weather while playing Pente. Kinsi always brags that she is pretty much the best Pente player on the planet. But we found that is an inaccurate statement; I beat her and Trevor’s socks off EVERY ROUD and it was my first time ever playing. Not to brag or anything, but what can I say? It’s all a game of stratagem and mental prowess. Trevor is not pleased (to say the least) that I appear to be much more of a military genius than him. Other than that, we have just been studying our tails off. Just 4 more weeks until we can post the heck out of this blog with pictures of JACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115915405921157779?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115915405921157779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115915405921157779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115915405921157779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115915405921157779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/09/sickness-couches-and-pente.html' title='Sickness, Couches, and Pente'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115782665686796353</id><published>2006-09-09T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:30:56.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Update of All Updates</title><content type='html'>Holy Toledo!  It has been a really really long time since we updated!  I guess I can no longer spend my afternoons chastising those who do not update their blogs regularly enough for my entertainment.  We have been terribly neglectful and we apologize profusely.&lt;br /&gt;            Things have been happening like CRAZY here on this side of the Blog.  Since I don’t quite remember details I will give a brief account of everything I remember.  On August 12th Trevor dropped me off at the Sacramento airport to see me off to Salt Lake for my family vacation.  This was the first time we had EVER been apart since we got married and it was really really hard.  It was funny because he stood by me the entire way and only parted once I passed through the metal machines and the security guards made him leave.  We were obviously creating quite a scene because after he disappeared down the escalator (waving the “I Love You” sign the whole way down) all the other passengers gathered around me and empathetically asked if I was going to Iraq.  Puzzled, I said “no”.  They then asked how long I would be gone, “7 days”.  I told them.  They were quite shocked that a 7 day leave would produce such a show, but I guess they took it as a sign of young love—we were about to die!&lt;br /&gt;            I got to Salt Lake that night and Kinsi picked me up from the airport.  Never have I been so afraid in a car.  Apparently because her left eye is bad she has no sense of depth and asking her to stay in one lane at a time on the freeway is like asking her to blow up a hot air balloon with her nose; the task is near impossible.  So I spent the next 2 hours (I know—it only takes 1 hour to get to Provo from the airport.  However, Kinsi somehow got on the freeway that takes us back up to the airport.  You can imagine our surprise when we think we are approaching Provo and then see the signs directing us to Airport parking.)&lt;br /&gt;            We arrived in Provo, thankfully unscathed, and then commenced on our journey to the train station where we were to take a scenic passenger train from Salt Lake to New Have, Connecticut; we were to board at 3:00am.  We arrived at the train station all eager and anxious to begin our journey, but alas the train did not arrive until 6:00am.  We spent the three extra hours at a Denny’s where Kinsi assaulted the homeless people.&lt;br /&gt;            We finally boarded at 6:00am and found our cabins.  We had an entire passenger car to ourselves!  The rooms were very comfortable and the view was spectacular!  We all especially loved meal times; the food was delicious and we could have all we wanted!  The train trip was super fun and relaxing.  We had a grand time eating food, watching movies, playing games, watching the gorgeous scenery, and talking, while Dad and Justin had to drive for hours on end with the trailer with no sleep or food and only walky-talkies for entertainment.  Yeah—it’s great to be a girl!&lt;br /&gt;            We arrived at Grand Central Station in New York City three days later.  Jini, Kinsi, Chari, and I took a taxi to downtown New York (right next to Broadway!) and the rest of the family boarded a train to Connecticut.  We commenced with living it up in New York.  All of the hotels were sold out completely except for one “Best Western Luxury Suites”.  It was a really really nice hotel and they had only one single occupancy room.  So, I checked in as a single occupant and then the girls had to sneak up later.  We had a great time with the bellman who kept our secret for a $5.00 tip.  (Dad, do not worry—we do not make overbooking hotel rooms a practice, but it was either sleep on the streets or do that; we chose the lesser of two evils.  We are very penitent and will never do it again.)  The sleeping arrangements were really funny.  The room was TINY; it barely fit a twin sized bed.  So, Jini took the top blanket and slept on the floor to the right of the bed, Kinsi took the next blanket and slept on the floor at the foot of the bed, Chari slept on the bed facing up, and I slept on the bed facing down.  It was a site to see but it was actually quite comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;            The next day Jini and Kinsi went to the Manhattan Temple, but Chari and I had forgotten our recommends and did not get to go.  We spent our time in the heart of New York where we want to Time Square, Central Park, Fashion Avenue, Broadway, and all kinds of things.  We even saw the Blue Man Group from Las Vegas perform.  It was cool!  We were later joined by Jini and Kinsi.  We tried to get tickets to see “Wicked” but they were all sold out and our names were not picked in the raffle.  Later that night we took a train to New Haven and rejoined the family.&lt;br /&gt;            Once we were with the family we took a tour of Justin’s new school—Yale Law—and relished in the beauty.  It was SOOOOOO beautiful!  He is going to have so much fun studying in those beautiful buildings!  We then went to Boston where we toured the Harvard Campus and Dad tried to convince the boys that this was what they wanted to attain in life.  The boys were too interested munching on their popcorn and looking at dead bugs to really pay too much attention to their destiny.  We also toured the USS Constitution at the beginning of the Freedom Walk.  It was super super cool.  They had HUMUNGOUS battleships in the harbor and it was really interesting to see first hand accounts of the battles and war memorabilia.  We also had fantastic sandwiches from a shop where mom almost converted the owner.  Gooooooo mom!  Every member a missionary! &lt;br /&gt;            The next day I flew back to San Francisco where Trevor met me.  It was SOOOOOOOOOOO great to see one another after a whole week of absence!  We just basked in being together for at least 3 hours and mused about the fact that just one year (minus 1 week) ago we had been in this exact airport on our honeymoon flying off to Norway.  It was quite poetic.  We then hopped in the car and arrived in Sacramento to be joined by the waiting Chapman family!  All but dad had driven out to visit us for the week.  We had a great time!  And they were so sweet—they had a welcome home banner, a fabulous dinner, gifts for Jace, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers waiting for me.  What a homecoming!  We had a really great time that week filled with days at the pool, shopping, and makeovers!  It was SO much fun!  One day we even went to San Francisco and did the tour there.  We toured Fisherman’s Warf, Ghirardelli Square, saw the Sea Lions, had caricatures drawn, and even made a stop at the Golden Gate Bridge.  Azure was beside herself to be in San Francisco for, apparently, this is the place that Raven in “That’s So Raven” lives.  She had her eyes wide open the whole time looking for the star.&lt;br /&gt;            We saw the Chapman’s off on the 28th (the day after our anniversary!  One year!).  It was quite a tear stricken event because they were leaving Brooke behind for Trevor and I to drop off at BYU-I.  It was a very sad event but not to worry—mom and dad will be back in just 6 weeks for the arrival of Jace! &lt;br /&gt;            We left the airport and arrived home to pack pack pack!  We were SOOOOOOOOO thankful that Brooke stayed behind because we don’t know how we would have packed without her help!  I am pretty much useless with my blossoming belly and weight limits, so Brooke and Trevor took the lead and packed all the heavy stuff in.  Without Brooke it would have been a NIGHTMARE (Trevor would testify that it was a nightmare regardless, but I thought it went rather well).  We began our journey at 10:00pm on the way to the American Fork shop where we would stay the night.  We had SOOOOO much stuff that there was no way that we could keep the seats up, so Trevor had to devise a way to seat Brooke.  He packed so that there was a large space in the very back of the car which Brooke could comfortably sit in on the trip, and that I could lay in when my back got too bad.  It was really big and spacious and looked very inviting until we found that we had forgotten to pack a bunch of pictures and mirrors.  So, we had to stack those back there, which reduced the space by almost half.  It was no longer spacious and luxurious, but the addition of the mirror did lend the appearance of space—Trevor is so clever!  Anyway, so we began our departure.  Brooke slept in the back and anytime we needed to talk to  her we had to call her on her cell phone—she was only 4 feet behind us, but we had packed so dense and tight that her space was virtually soundproof—we couldn’t hear her, she couldn’t hear us.  After a couple hours I switched Brooke because my back was hurting.  It was very very comfortable back there with the thick sleeping bag and pillow.  I fell asleep within minutes and woke up a couple hours later.  Brooke and I again switched places and she slept until morning. &lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Salt Lake at about 11:30am.  We stopped at a rest station and all of a sudden heard yells of panic from the back, “Get me out, Trevor!!!  Get me out!!  I am so hot!!!!”  Brooke was freaking out, having a panic attack, to get out of the space.  We ran back there and opened the tailgate and out tumbled a sweaty overheated Brooke.  Her hair was all matted to her face with sweat, her face was bright red, and she had a look of utter confusion on her face—we think she was mildly suffering from heat stroke.  Apparently at night the little space was comfortable and cozy but when the sun came out it turned into a raging sauna.  The sleeping bag retained heat, and the giant mirror reflected the sunlight.  So, whatever sunlight might have missed Brooke was steadfastly caught by the mirror and reflected onto her.  The sleeping bag dutifully absorbed all possible heat and then retained it for the occupant.  The resulting effect was a portable oven where we were slow cooking Brooke.  I know you all must be horrified, but it was actually quite funny—ask her!  As I read over the description I must say it could classify as child abuse.  However, ask Brooke—it was kind of neat!  The other SOOOOO funny thing was the dialogue between Brooke and Trevor at the rest stop.  We were all laughing about it for the next 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Trevor, I am SOOOO hot—can I ride in the front with you and Caci?&lt;br /&gt;T: Absolutely not!  If we got in an accident you would go right through the windshield!  It is much too dangerous!  You need to stay back in your seat!&lt;br /&gt;B: But it is SO hot!  I am being baked to death!&lt;br /&gt;T: You have to stay back there. Wait—maybe I can pull all the stuff backwards so that you can be sitting right behind me and Caci.  Then you can be right there with us and have a lot of air circulation.&lt;br /&gt;B: Yeah!!!  That would be great!!!  Thanks so much, Trevor!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Trevor then went to he car and inspected it.  Seeing it would be too much of a hassle, he came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T:  Actually Brooke, I don’t think it is going to work.  It will be way too much work to move everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**All the hope and glimmer washed from Brooke’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: OK.  Well, can we at least put the sleeping bag away?  It, like, is emitting its own sonic waves of heat.&lt;br /&gt;T: Absolutely not!  It is so comfortable!  It makes it great back there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**He then proceeds to fluff it up to make it really inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T:  See?  Nice and comfy—get in.&lt;br /&gt;B: OK, but first can I brush my teeth?  I feel so gross—I am about to die from my grimy teeth.&lt;br /&gt;T: Absolutely not!  We will be there in an hour—you can wait until then.&lt;br /&gt;B: OK.  Well, can you open up the hatch so I can get in?&lt;br /&gt;T: Absolutely not!  Just climb in the window!  Here ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Trevor lifts up the window so she can pull herself up and climb back in to her oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not a low this kind of unaccommodating behavior (Trevor had no idea he was being so unaccommodating) so Brooke was allowed to find her toothbrush, brush her teeth, and we put the sleeping bag away to reduce the heat.  Trevor even devised a way to keep the back window open so she could have circulation.  The whole dialogue was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO funny.  When Brooke was brushing her teeth I told Trevor the dialogue and we were both crying with laughter.  Older brothers are just insensitive sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;            We got to the American Fork shop a little later that day.  We took showers and unpacked the stuff on top of the car and then headed to Provo to see Jini and Kinsi and switch cars with them (theirs gets 30MPG—ours gets 15MPG).  We had dinner at Kinsi’s, went out for ice cream, and then went back to the shop exhausted.  All three of us slept in the sleeping bag together since we had no other blankets.  That sleeping bag has come in so handy, Jonas!  Thanks so much! &lt;br /&gt;            We got up at 7:00am the next morning and took off to Rexburg, Idaho to move Brooke into her new freshman apartment.  We unpacked her and took her to the store and got her all ready for school.  When we got there, there were two girls already moved in but neither were there.  We wanted to put her with the cutest one who she would have the most fun with, so we were looking at the girls’ stuff.  One we deduced was totally gothic so we moved her into the other room by default.  However, after we had almost completely moved her into that room we took a look at the girl’s clothes to see her style and we found at the Brooke was rooming with an Amazon Warrior!  She was a size 14.  Brooke was a little terrified and quickly went into the gothic girl’s room to see what the other side of the room held—we found the queen of the Amazon’s with a size 16!  Little 5’ 1” size 6 Brooke was terrified. &lt;br /&gt;We were later joined by the roommates.  Her size 14 roommate was indeed a giant, but nice nonetheless.  Then the size 16 girl came in and she was no Amazon—she was probably 5’2” but a size 16 nonetheless.  Brooke quickly deduced that this was not going to be the gathering hole for the boys and was greatly dejected.  However, we later found out that her 3rd roommate is a petite blond, so hopefully that has worked out.  We haven’t been updated yet.&lt;br /&gt;            After playing with Brooke at BYU-I, Trevor and I took off around 10:00pm to Provo to pick up Kinsi and then to head on to St. George to play with the family for a couple days before school started.  It was another long drive and we arrived in St. George around 4:00am.  The next 3 days were filled, of course, with competitions between Trevor and Davy for title of the “Alpha Male”.  They had trampoline basketball tournaments, go-kart races, Risk and Monopoly competitions, and so forth.  I think Trevor creamed Davy in all of them.  Dad was trying to battle it out, too, but he quickly saw he better stand out of the whirlwind when he was asphyxiated after just 5 laps on the Go-Kart track and had to be pulled out for the medical team to look at.  That belly that many might think holds secret powers to the universe is not really as powerful as it has been made out to be.&lt;br /&gt;            Monday morning we again headed back up to Provo to move into Wymount!  Mom and Dad so graciously accompanied us and made the move SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much easier.  We were SOOOO grateful.  Dad brought the trailer and we were able to unload the Rodeo and then fill up the trailer in just one trip from our storage shed.  We were so so sosos soosos grateful that they helped.  It would have been horrendous without their help.&lt;br /&gt;We are now moved into Wymount Terrace and we think we are going to LOVE it!  All of our neighbors are so nice and it is just a great environment.  Trevor and I both love our classes.  Kinsi and Trevor are taking two classes together—Anthropology 101 and Philosophy 201—so they get to see each other for at least 6 hours per week.  That will be a lot of fun!  We are really excited for the upcoming months and for our BABY!  Just 6 weeks away!  Woo-hoo!  Now that we are all caught up I will stay on top of things and keep updated.  Whew—I am writing this in Microsoft Word and it is 5 pages long.  Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115782665686796353?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115782665686796353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115782665686796353&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115782665686796353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115782665686796353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/09/update-of-all-updates.html' title='The Update of All Updates'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115543968471062179</id><published>2006-08-12T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:28:04.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strongest Dad</title><content type='html'>My friend Laura e-mailed this to me.  It is such a touching story I wanted you all to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongest Dad in the World [From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly]&lt;br /&gt;I try to be a good father. Give my kids cars.  Work nights to pay for their text messaging.  But compared with Dick Hoyt, I stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day. Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right? And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs. ``He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an institution.'' But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.'' "Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school  organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want to do that.'' Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore for two weeks.'' That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, it felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!'' And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon. ``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then they found a way to get into the race officially:  In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year. Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried. Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you think? Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together. This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time'? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don't keep track of  these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time. `&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.'' And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race.  Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' one doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life. Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every other weekend, including this Father's Day. That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy. ``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjPrL3n63yg"&gt;Here's the video....  &lt;/a&gt;(click the link)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115543968471062179?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115543968471062179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115543968471062179&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115543968471062179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115543968471062179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/08/strongest-dad.html' title='The Strongest Dad'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115439973414547190</id><published>2006-07-31T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:35:34.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor felt the baby!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, July 30th, Trevor felt the baby for the first time!  We were laying there watching TV and then Jace started kicking up a storm and Trevor felt it!!!!  Hooray!  That is the big news of the month!!  And also, we found our camera charger so we can once again delight you with pictures.  Here is a picture of Kinsi that she is probably going CRAZY that it is not on the Blog for all to admire since she dubbed it "The most beautiful picture ever taken of me".  So here is Kinsi in all her faked-haired glory.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_1460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115439973414547190?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115439973414547190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115439973414547190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115439973414547190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115439973414547190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/07/trevor-felt-baby.html' title='Trevor felt the baby!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115429593780719500</id><published>2006-07-30T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:18:43.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Suttner Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1436.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whew!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What an eventful week!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Much too much happene&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d and there are far too many pictures, so I will follow in the footsteps of Jini and list a more photo album type of entry rather than a journal type. We dropped Davy and Mikey off at EFY in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Santa Barbara&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; on Monday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tuesday we had a day to recoup, and then Wednesday we were joined by the Suttner girls! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jini, Kinsi, and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cha&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ri&lt;/st1:place&gt; came down for a week of beaches, shopping, and sunshine. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first day Kinsi deemed a “Ca&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1437.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lifornia Day” doing what most Californians do—primp! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So we planned on a day of facials and manicures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the manicures we were so pooped that the facials had to go on the back shelf. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The toes turned out super cute!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Notice&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1433.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor’s cute toes in the picture—he was happy to be a part of it all! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the toes we made caramel apples and watched a movie.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The next day was spent shopping and soaking in the sun. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went to the magical &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;land&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ross&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; where we shopped until we dropped. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All—including &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt;—agreed that this was by far the most wonderful Ross they had ever encountered. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1440.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jini got like 7 shirts and a pair of jeans all for $40! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We used this trip to highjack &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s wardrobe and start dressing her like the pretty little girl she is. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All track pants, basketball shorts, and athletic t’s were banned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was a little reluctant at first when we forced her into je&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1452.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ans and nice shirts, but as we went through the checkout line she exclaimed, “I am going to be the best dressed girl at school and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1453.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everyone is going to love me! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thanks, sisters!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are the best!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(or something like that)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor was a total sweetheart and wanted to spend the mornings with us so he came on the shopping trip. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, after 10 minutes of shopping he conceded that he needed to go home and play X-box. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As lunch time rolled around we all started receiving calls from Trevor—he needed us to come home and go swimming. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So we jumped in the car and headed home for some fun at the pool. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor had rounded up all of the other Clark Salesmen and initi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1309.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1309.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ated a huge pool game extravaganza. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was really funny to watch Jini and Kinsi be “it” in torpedo. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They really couldn’t understand the concept of the game, and Tr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1311.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;evor repeatedly had to “accidentally” throw &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt; into them for the sake of the game.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Afterwards we suited back up for the mall and continued to shop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That night Trevor took us all out to Mimi’s Café.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SUPER good!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were happy Jini suggested it— it was delicious!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The next d&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1273.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1273.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay we headed to LA for a day in Santee Alley! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The weather was great, the traffic was pretty good, and the streets were not crowded. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was GREAT!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all got fabulous deals from the street vendors. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were selling purses 3 for $10! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We all got the cutest shoes, purses, and sunglasses. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had a laugh out of the manneq&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1271.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uins which were shaped like the Hispanic people liked—big tail ends! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In fact, there were even stores selling padded underwear to make your tail end look bigger! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was really funny.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When we go&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t home we headed to the beach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt; boogie boarded and Jini, Kinsi, and I suntanned on the beach. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next day we went to the Farmer’s Market.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t as big as we thought it would&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1456.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; be, but we still got a great deal! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you bought 5 lemons for $1 then you would&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1272.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; get six lemons for free! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So we got 11 lemons then went home and made fresh lemon bars. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were delicious!  And here is my 7 month belly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The next day Trevor joined us for a day at the beach. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt; boogieboarded, and the three girls, again, laid on the beach. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, after awhile the waves were much to tempting and Kinsi and I went for a dip; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jini continued to hold down the fort.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We tried to play a trick on Trevor by burying Kinsi up to her head and then placing a t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1331.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;owel over her head for Trevor to pick up. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He came up to the beach and we asked him if he needed a towel. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He said he didn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We continued for the next 5 minutes to devise ways for him to pick up the towel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally we just said, “Will you pass us tha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1291.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t towel?” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He picked it up and tossed it to us and didn’t see Kinsi. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He looked down casually and was like, “Oh, hi, Kinsi.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The plan was a miserable failure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There was a dead sea lion on the beach. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor wanted to take the skull and send it to his dad. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gross.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the beach we went to the pool to de-sand ourselves, and then the girls went out for icecream at “The Marble Slab.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We got birthday cake ice cream with brownies and caramel mixed in. Delicious!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then went to “The Di Vinci Code”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was SUPER good! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jini go&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t so scared one time that she screamed extremely loud (no one else in the theatre even made a sound) and threw the popcorn. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She was banned from holding the popcorn for the rest of the night. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When we got out of the movie we got&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1337.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1337.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a call from Dad—they were 5 minutes from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ventura&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So we went to Barnes and Nobel where we met them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The family was together for the first time in a long time! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was so fun to see everyone!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Mom, Dad, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1357.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lia, Justin, Julia, and Eli stayed at the Marriott and the rest of the crew stayed with us. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The boys had a great time playing X-Box.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next day we went to the beach and played all day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The food was great and the company bet&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1352.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1352.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t have pictures of all that, so everyone else is going to have to send them to me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was Justin’s first time at the beach and I think he only came out of the water once the entire time we were there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eli and Julia were SO cute and it was so fun to be able to play with them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The day before they wouldn’t give us the time of day, but by the end of the beach event they were our best friends! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lia, Jini, and Kinsi boogie boarded with all the rest, and me and mom held down the fort (I was still recovering from my sunburn from the previous beach trip). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After awhile, t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1368.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1368.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hough, boogie boar&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ding looked much too appealing and Mom took a spin at it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We all went home, rested, and got ready for dinner. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went out to Macaroni Grill and had delicious and plentiful food. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;None of us were able to finish our meal and boxed it up for Sunday dinner. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sunday the family went to our church and then we just relaxed the rest of the day eating and playing games. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The next morning the family left. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jini, Kinsi, and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt; stayed to help us pack up the kit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1359.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chen. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I finished packing around 7 or 8 that night and then went out to Mimi’s café because we loved it so much. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next day we just relaxed all day long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next day we packed up the car and took off to our new home in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sacramento&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; 7 hours north. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1373.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was REALLY sad to leave &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ventura&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was SO beautiful, safe, fun, and perfect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the saddest move we had ever made. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When we arrived in Sacramento at our new house at 6:00 the next morning we thought we had made a HUGE mistake—we are living right next to California Stat&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1353.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1353.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e University campus. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are surrounded by party hard CSU students in student apartments. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The inside is actually pretty nice—and really big—but the outside is VERY scary. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am once again not allowed to leave the house by myself. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our location is pretty good and ther&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1383.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e is a lot of shopping, but we really really really miss &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ventura&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh well—we are only here for 4 weeks, we might as well make the most of it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We are excited for the Suttner family trip on August 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and for the arrival of the Chapmans on August 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are in for yet another super fun month!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1371.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115429593780719500?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115429593780719500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115429593780719500&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115429593780719500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115429593780719500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/07/suttner-trip.html' title='Suttner Trip!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115310224226641045</id><published>2006-07-16T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:18:40.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Davy's Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;***Sorry folks, but we didn't take many pictures-- a great loss now that I look back.  We should have been on top of it-- sorry!  The few will have to do to remember the exciting week.*** &lt;br /&gt;Hurray for Davy’s &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; vacation!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have been having a great time with Davy and Mikey visiting. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I doubt Davy will remember what all we did after the week at EFY so I will sum it all up here. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Davy was supposed to fly in on Tuesday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was to change planes in LA and then fly to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxnard&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (which i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_1412.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s right by us). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, his plane was late and they missed their flight to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxnard&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, the airline was putting them up in a hotel in LA. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We got a call an hour later saying that since they were under 18 the hotel would not accept them but there were no flights to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxnard&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; that night. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, they were shuttled right to our front door about 3 hours later. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That night we sat up and talked and played video games until early in the morning. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wednesday we got up bright and early and dropped them off at Six Flags for the day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can not go on anything because of the baby, and Trevor had work, so they just had a good time riding the rides over and over and over until they were sick. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were there from 10am until 9pm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think they’ve had their fill of Six Flags for awhile! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When they got home we got pizza and had a video game night of Halo on Xbox live.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Thursday was SHOPPING DAY!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to Pacific View Mall and shopped ‘till we dropped. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Davy was little Mr. Money Bags and was dropping money like there was no tomorrow. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He bought 3 pairs of really really really cute jeans, a bunch of really cute shirts, and some awesome shoes—he’s going to knock the ladies dead with his fashion know-how. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That night we went out to Red Lobster with the team for the team dinner. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That day was opening day at American Eagle and if you tried on a pair of jeans they gave you a free movie ticket, so we all tried on a pair of jeans and tried to go to Pirates of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/st1:place&gt; 2. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, the only theatre that accepts the tickets is clear out in LA—it would have cost us $60 in gas just to get there, so we opted out. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Instead we had yet another video game night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Friday we had quite the fiasco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor probably doesn’t want me publishing it on the blog because of its terrifying nature, but anyone who wants to know we will tell verbally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trust me—it’s good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor had gotten no sleep that week so Trevor slept while I took the boys to Surfer’s Point where they boogie boarded and soaked in the rays. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At 4:00 we all went out knocking with Trevor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The boys wanted to make&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_1416.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some extra money while they were here-- $200 per sale. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were planning on each getting 3, but alas it proved harder than they expected. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOOO funny to watch them sell!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Especially Davy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh my word.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went on the doors with Trevor for about 45 minutes and then felt ready to take the lead. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He went up to this house and when the guy came to the door he said, “Hello, sir! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can see that you, like a lot of your neighbors, have an infestation. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since I am feeling so generous today I am going to sell you some pest control at a really discounted rate!” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh my word it was SO funny!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like going door to door with diet pills and when the woman opens the door saying, “Hello, miss! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I see that you, like a lot of your neighbors, are extremely fat! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But since I am so generous I am willing to take care of it for you!” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor was about to die.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly neither of the boys got anything. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went back home and they went for a swim to calm their woes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Saturday we got u&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_1418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p bright and early and went to LA to Santee Alley in the Fashion District of LA. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is this HUGE outdoor flea market/shopping center thing. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is like Tiajuana except the people are selling really good stuff. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got 3 pairs of SUPER cute shoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The boys weren’t finding anything and were getting really bored until we found this stand that was selling shockers. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They had the time of their LIFE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so funny to watch them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were all kinds of little toys that appear innocent but will severely shock you when touched (like flashlights, pens, grenades, guns, etc.). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They shocked themselves over and over and over and kept devising ways to shock themselves in new ways (all holding hands and then touching it, one touching it to his pinky, one putting it on his tongue, etc.) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they had the TIME OF THEIR LIFE.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Davy was ridiculous and always threw it when it shocked him—the woman selling them did not appreciate that. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They all bought a bunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone—watch out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next we saw a nice Italian suit place that was selling the whole package deal—suit, tie, shirt, belt, handkerchief, everything—for $120. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got Trevor a suit and he looks AWESOME!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WHEW!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I will take a picture later and put it up, but trust me—he looks SO awesome! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was $120 excellently spent!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The boys also found some really cool knockoff sunglasses and shoes, so they really liked that. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As we were heading out Trevor saw a stand that was selling air soft guns. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He and the boys went crazy and again had the time of their life with the weapons of destruction. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Davy and Mikey each bought a small gun and Trevor bought a pistol. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They spent the next hour while we waited for the tailor to finish Trevor’s suit shooting each other. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will never understand boys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They had huge welts all over them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While we were waiting for the tailor, Davy saw that one of the other customers had bought DVDs of movies that had just been released in theatres (Pirates of the Caribbean, Little Man, Click, etc.) so they went out in search of the illegal goods and bought five illegal DVDs. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We came home and the boys watched The Fast and the Furious 3 while Trevor and I prepared our talks for church the next day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Sunday Trevor and I woke up at 6:30am!!!!!!!!! That is the earliest we have EVER woken up since we moved to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We finished preparing our talks and then got ready and then got the boys up and got to church 20 minutes early. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We were feeling really good about ourselves until Trevor started looking for his talk—he had left it at home. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, in a frantic sprint, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_1425.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he rushed back to the car and sped home. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I sat on the stand and just prayed that he would get back in time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, the opening announcements were read and no Trevor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The opening song was sung and still no Trevor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, right before the opening prayer was said, Trevor came bounding in. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was RELIEVED!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The talks went well—Trevor’s was AWESOME. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was EXTREMELY impressed—the spirit was really strong. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We spoke on keeping the spirit with us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After sacrament we were absolute celebrities. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was congratulating us and shaking our hands and thanking us. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was really fun to be so famous!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No joke I bet at least 30 people shook our hands and thanked us. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The cutest girl in our ward is going to EFY at the same time as Davy so that should be fun for him (however she is about a foot taller and a year older so I don’t know if anything will come of it). &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are going to drop them off at EFY in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Santa Barbara&lt;/st1:city&gt; tomorrow and then Jini, Kinsi, and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt; will arrive Monday night. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The fun never stops!  Oh and here is my 6 month 1 week and 4 day belly.  Almost 6 1/2 months!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115310224226641045?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115310224226641045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115310224226641045&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115310224226641045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115310224226641045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/07/davys-trip.html' title='Davy&apos;s Trip'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115259550554766623</id><published>2006-07-10T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:47:51.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiddy About Living Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.neticons.net/music_life/"&gt;Enjoy Life CLICK HERE. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115259550554766623?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115259550554766623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115259550554766623&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115259550554766623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115259550554766623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/07/tiddy-about-living-life.html' title='A Tiddy About Living Life'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115234302604232568</id><published>2006-07-08T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:23:52.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MI3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;For our Saturday Night Date Trevor and I went to the $3.00 theatre and watched MI3. Trevor is the cutest thing in the whole world. The entire time, he was on the edge of his seat—literally—and didn’t blink. After the movie he said he blinked and his eyes wouldn’t close because they had become dried out like sandpaper from lack of blinking. He drove like an IMF agent on the way home taking strange roads, backing up in traffic, doing tricky u-turns etc. He is so funny! When he got out of the car—he didn’t even mean to do this—he jumped out, crouched down, and looked around before twirling out. He is so silly!!! He is currently pacing back and forth on our balcony trying to come up with a plot for his new action movie. I just keep seeing him flash in front of the window as he paces back and forth back and forth deliberately thinking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;On another note, our friends Jonas and Dohnele had their baby!!! They had a little girl, Emma!!! She is so cute!!!! You can read all about it at their blog jonasdohnele.blogspot.com. We are so jealous of them! How awesome!!!  Congratulations you two!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115234302604232568?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115234302604232568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115234302604232568&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115234302604232568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115234302604232568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/07/mi3.html' title='MI3'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115213332187853779</id><published>2006-07-05T14:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:20:46.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/monster%20truck%20trevor%20and%20caci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/monster%20truck%20trevor%20and%20caci.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July to you all!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really great to have a weekday with Trevor home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has been the first one this entire summer!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Besides when he was on his deathbed with illness at the beginning of the season).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We st&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 181px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_1369.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arted the day with a patriotic breakfast. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In honor of Lia’s obsession with food, we will post pictures and a detailed description of the meal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had “Red White and Blueberry Shortcakes” which were star shaped shortcakes topped with whipped cream, fresh strawberries, and fresh blueberries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also had blueberry, strawberry, and whipped cream layered parfaits, and an awesome patriotic drink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It, too, was red white and blue layers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What you do is you get three different drinks that have graduated sugar contents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We used Cranberry juice for red which has 32 grams of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_1370.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sugar per serving, then Gatorade Fierce Blue Raspberry for the blue layer with 13 grams of sugar, and then for white we had diet 7-Up with zero grams of sugar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very beautiful and super cool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We then headed to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for the festivities.  We stopped at McDonalds and it&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/4th%20of%20July%202006%2C%206%20months%20pregnant%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/4th%20of%20July%202006%2C%206%20months%20pregnant%20010.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was really cute; it was all '50's cars and retro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to “Kaboom” which was a motocross freestyle and monster truck show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was AWESOME!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best guys from the X-Games were there performing and they were SO scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were jumping off of this 50 foot ramp 100 feet over to the next ramp and doing tricks like back flips, kisses of dea&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/4th%20of%20July%202006%2C%206%20months%20pregnant%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/4th%20of%20July%202006%2C%206%20months%20pregnant%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;th, one handed seat grabs and all kinds of things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Davy would have loved it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that was the monster truck show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These HUMONGOUS trucks that run on alcohol were crushing Cadillacs, doing wheelies, and doing all kinds of super scary incredible tricks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The finale was when the Bounty Hu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/4th%20of%20July%202006%2C%206%20months%20pregnant%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/4th%20of%20July%202006%2C%206%20months%20pregnant%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nter—the number one Monster Trucker in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and number 2 in the world—crushed this RV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were thinking about Jae Sommerville the whole time—he would have been in heaven.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that they did the most incredible fireworks show ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the second biggest fireworks show in all of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was put on by the same pyrotechnic people who put on the fireworks show at the Athens Olympics and Salt Lake City Olympics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say it was breathtaking and incredible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It lasted for about 30 minutes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1363.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After that we headed home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The car has been acting REALLY bad lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We keep breaking down, the car is only getting 10 MPG, and it is very scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Traffic was HORRIBLE because of the festivities and &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ifornia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; traffic is already really bad, so we were just praying our hearts out that we would make it home in safety.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way to the show we broke down four times often in the middle of traffic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way home from the show we only broke down twice and it was always in areas where we could easily pull off; never when we were in the middle of super congested traffic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were SUPER blessed on the drive home.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and here is my 6th month belly-- just 3 months to go!  OH!!!  And I felt the baby for the first time last night!!  Trevor has been playing the guitar and singing lately when we are going to sleep, so I was just laying there listening to Trevor sing, and then the baby started kicking to the music!  He was dancing!  IT WAS AWESOME!!!  We hope everyone’s 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; were super fun!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Happy 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/fireworks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/fireworks1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115213332187853779?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115213332187853779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115213332187853779&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115213332187853779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115213332187853779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/07/4th-of-july_05.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115190756703460987</id><published>2006-07-02T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:34:38.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_1352.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw our baby again this week!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wednesday we went in for our 6 month ultrasound. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was quite a different experience from our &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; ultrasound, that’s for sure. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, they had a humungous screen on the wall where we were able to watch the baby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor was super nice and was as excited as we were by all of Jace’s kicks and flips—it was as if it was his first time ever seeing an ultrasound, too. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He answered all our questions and concerns and was all in all just really really nice. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, take all that, flip it 180 degrees, and that was our Ultrasound experience in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ventura&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The screen was merely the computer monitor that they had tilted away from us so we couldn’t see, the women doing the ultrasound was in training and had no idea what she was doing, the woman overseeing her efforts was very snappy and impatient, they ran the operation like a machine, and refused to answer any of our questions. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, it was not what we were expecting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, we did get another picture of Jace! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And he is, indeed, a boy! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is so surreal to think that we are ACTAULLY going to have a baby! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In 3 months, BAM!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A baby!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Trevor decided his hair was slowing his sales, so we got his hair cut.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That day he got 6 sales, then the next day he got 8! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I guess the customers can’t resist his charm and dashingly good looks!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We went to the Cheesecake Factory for the company feast this week and it was SUPER good! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was AWESOME!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I wasn’t that hungry and wanted to save room for cheesecake, so I only ate a little bit of my amazing dish and then had them box it up so I could eat it the next day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, the next day, I microwaved mine and Trevor’s meals and we sat down for a gourmet lunch. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor was eating away at his, but I decided mine needed some salt. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, I got our two-in-one salt and pepper shaker and began salting my dish. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The salt was not coming out very well, so I twisted the lid a little and shook it harder and then—SWOOSH! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ALL of the salt and ALL of the pepper came pouring down in once gigantic tidal wave over my entire meal. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor thought it was the funniest thing in the world—I was devastated. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had to throw the ent&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_1353.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ire thing away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Saturday the girls and I headed to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thousand Oaks&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for a day of shopping, lunch, and fun. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was the most successful shopping trip I have been on in a long time! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got the BEST deals!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For instance, at Clair’s there was a 10 for $10 dollar sale and it was GOOD stuff, not the usual dorky stuff. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I added up the pre-sale total and it came to $148. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got it all for only $18!&lt;span style=""&gt;   Pictured here are all 18 items.  It consisted of 1 earring holder, 1 belt, 1 necklace, 4 bracelets, and 10 pairs of earings.  &lt;/span&gt;It was AWESOME!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then Express was having their huge annual sale so I got the most gorgeous necklace ever for $5.00 and then an awesome belt for $5.00!!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor couldn’t stand to be away from me, and showed up unexpectedly at the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thousand Oaks&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; mall, stalking me, very forlorn. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I asked him to join us, but he said, “I don’t want to spoil the girl’s day out—I will just get an Orange Julius and sit out here.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So he sat outside of Express and stared forlornly at me although his phone was ringing off the hook with all the boys begging him to go to the beach with them.  He would just decline and sip his Orange Julius.  No matter how much I asked him to join us, he always declined and opted to just sit and watch so at least he knew I was safe. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally he was bored out of his mind and decided to just go home. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I got home I found him lying on the couch in total depression. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He made me promise that I would never have a Girl’s Day again or else he might die. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is positively the silliest, most dramatic boy in the world!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After that we went to the Video Game store to cheer him up. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He quickly brightened when he saw the wide assortment of military games available. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We scoured the store for at least an hour and then left with 4 new X-Box games in hand. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He spent the next 3 hours in absolute bliss. We then went for a swim and then headed &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the video store and rented the remaining episodes of “24 Season 3”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Sunday we were asked to speak in sacrament on the 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor is elated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Davy will be here for it, so that will be cool. Also, for all of those who have not heard the good news, Davy just finished his Eagle Project with a whopping 180 hours! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Good job, Davy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115190756703460987?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115190756703460987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115190756703460987&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115190756703460987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115190756703460987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-ultrasound.html' title='Another Ultrasound'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115126411182138509</id><published>2006-06-25T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:53:27.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor writes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_1293.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caci and I had a good time at our stake conference here in Ventura, CA. Today President Wood of the 7o spoke. What an eloquent speaker. One interesting and funny story he told was of his call to the stake council when he was younger. A visiting authority told all who were called that he would just be set&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1273.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ting apart without blessing because he a plane to catch (back in that day the visiting authority set apart everyone from the nursery to the stake) and that if they did their job, they would recieve blessing. Well, it went just like that, "I set you apart...Amen." When the visiting authority got to President Wood he paused and asked if he knew him. President Wood told him that they did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; know eachother but that he knew his brother who served as a missionary under his hand when he, the visiting authority,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_1346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; served as a Mission President. "Ralph Wood?! Are you the brother of Ralph Wood? Why young man, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; a blessing!" And so he was set apart and blessed. In President Wood's words the blessing went as follows: "... and now I give you a blessing, that as you come to know these men in this stake that lead these saints, you will come to find out that they are nothin' but a bunch of rascals - but its the best the Lord has to work with. And as you magnify your calling, you will find that you're nothin' but a rascal too! Amen." He then related that to the humbling experiences of Moses, trading the word "man" with "Moses" being nothing, which thing he had never supposed. It was a wonderful talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Usual&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly the family is running in horror at the excess of pictures of me! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If all I have to do to have everyone begging for my picture was get fat, I would have done it a long time ago! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was taken about 5 minutes ago—22 weeks 3 days!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday was SOOO much fun!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got up super early at 6:00am and headed down to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Diego&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to spend the day at Sea World. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;IT WAS SO FUN!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw so many awesome shows such as the “Pet’s Rule” show where dogs, cats, birds, and pigs did the CUTEST show. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we saw the sea lion show where these two cute sea lions are trying to save their submarine from sinking, and then the dolphin show where the dolphins did incredible stunts, and then we saw the Shamu s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1278.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how which was very inspirational. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We also went to the Bat Ray pool where we got to feed the Bat Rays and touch them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were so slimy and rubbery and it was SOOOO cool!!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They would suck on your hand thinking you had fish and it would tickly like a vacuum; it was AWESOME. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And then we went to the starfish pool and those were AWESOME, too. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went to the dolphin pool but it they kept swimming JUST out of our reach—always 4”-5” away, just teasing us. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was very frustrated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we went to the Shark Ree&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1317.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f and saw all the incredible sharks. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The freshwater aquarium was really cool, too, because of the piranha, electric eels, albino fish, and all kinds of things. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The whole park was just SOOOO cool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OH!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we went to this acrobatic show with all these gymnasts, acrobats, ring twirler people, etc. It was AMAZING!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These people were SO strong and were doing all kinds of amazing stunts into the water which was in the open bay. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also got to go to In n Out (We have only gone twice this summer! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last summer we ate there almost every day!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have not been able to find many cute maternity shirts (besides the ones Lia lent me), so I went to the fabric store to make my own. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got a bunch of really cute fabric, and then came home to make my creations. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My first shirt was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute but WAY too small.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I was making i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1316.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t to my pre-pregnancy size rather than now, so its back to the drawing board. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trevor has been having a great time watching 24—its awesome and we recommend it to all. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He now is dead set on becoming president of the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and is calculating how he can get rich and in the political circle before the age of 35 when he can run. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is already working on his campaign ideas and political platform—he is just too funny! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1298.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As an update on Alex—he is becoming very hostile. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think he likes &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He has seemed very depressed ever since we got here, so I went and bought him some friends—5 goldfish. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We put them in, and then about 2 hours later we went to see how they were adapting. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The tank was all cloudy and th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1339.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en, out of the murky cloud, like on a horror movie, three mangled fish carcasses appeared against the glass. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We think it was a warning from Alex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very scary and disgusting. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next day there was no sign of the carcasses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other two fish have been living in terror ever since the attack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also learned how to hiss—whenever I take him out he will glare at me and hiss ferociously. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, he is no longer the sweet delicate Alex we all once knew and loved. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is turning into a &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; hoodlum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115126411182138509?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115126411182138509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115126411182138509&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115126411182138509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115126411182138509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/06/trevor-writes.html' title='Trevor writes!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-115074763854423193</id><published>2006-06-19T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:33:55.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1259.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father’s Day to all you fathers out there, and most especially Dad Suttner and Dad Chapman!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is SO weird to think that Trevor is also a dad!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, partially a dad, since Jace is only partially a baby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To celebrate Father’s Day we went to Medieval Times in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Buena   Park&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;CA&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was AWESOME!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went once before with Grandma and Grandpa in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Toronto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and thought Trevor would love it because of the horsemanship, swordplay, jousting, special effects, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were not disappointed!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dinner was awesome—a whole chicken, spare ribs, roast potatoes, dragons blood soup, etc. and the show was phenomenal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The whole time we were there Trevor was crunching numbers figuring out how much the co&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1257.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1257.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mpany grossed per night, their expenditures to pay for the horse training, actors, cooks, etc. and their estimated gross income per year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the end of the night he had concocted his own Medieval Knights—a Gladiator type of extravaganza performed inside a true to life replica of the coliseum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s going to be big—BIG! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s my Trevor—always looking for the money! I will intersperse pictures of the night throughout the blog since we don’t really have any pictures of the rest of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh—check out the website at www.medievaltimes.com. It was SO awesome!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We also celebrated the weekend with a 24 marathon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We cleared out the front room, pulled the mattress off the bed, gathered all the cushions in the house, ordered two large pizzas, and settled in to watch the whole second season of 24.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SUPER good—very intense!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly we on&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1254.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1254.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly got to about hour 8 before we were both dog tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We still have 16 hours left and are very anxious to see what happens.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Now, for the much anticipated updates: my belly and Trevor’s sales.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor is selling like a mad man and is now back at the top 10 after an ENTIRE week of zero for being sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has been working really hard to get back up there after that fatal week, and finally he’s made it back in!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also was a winner in the first contest of the season—the top 10 salesmen for 6/05-6/17 get a really cool Clark Pest Control jacket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor has been working REALLY REALLY hard to win this contest and I asked him if he really even wanted a goofy Clark Pest Control Jacket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was aghast and turned to me astonished with ey&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1260.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1260.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es wide as saucers, “Yes I do!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are SOOOOO cool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are black and have the really cool Clark Pest Control Cockroach on the back!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was not joking in the slightest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOO funny!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whoever would work his tail off to get a jacket that had a “really cool cockroach” on the back must be a saint.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Another cute story about Trevor—yesterday we were running late for church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I usually start getting ready way before Trevor so that I can get him his outfit and get him ready (I swear he is just like you, Dad—he will starve to death if I don’t put the fork in his mouth).&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Well, I was running late so he was having to fend for himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I heard a bunch of thrashing going on in the closet, and groans and whimpers from Trevor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then emerged from the closet and staggered exhaustedly into the front room, collapsing on the couch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I could only find &lt;i style=""&gt;one shoe&lt;/i&gt;!” He exclaimed in defeat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a 45 second rest, and realizing that I was not going to find his other shoe for him, he went back to brave the closet one more time to finish the search for his other shoe. Oh the woes of having to get yourself ready for church. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is SO overly dramatic and he isn’t even teasing—he is so funny!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t stop laughing about that until we were finally sitting in sacrament meeting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We went to the doctor last Wednesday for a checkup and everything is great!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I now have a HUGE belly—we need to take a picture because I think we haven’t in like 2 weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;People now ask me all the time if I am pregnant, and I am now wearing maternity shirts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ll get a picture up soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We get our 23 week ultrasound next week!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are excited!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Alex is doing well and he has learned how to hiss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has grown about 400% since we bought him and he has successfully eaten all of his playmates.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor is happy because it means “his hunting and tracking skills are sharp”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It bugs me because we have to keep shelling out money on friends that he is inevitably going to devour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Once again, happy father’s day Dads Suttner and Chapman!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We love you!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-115074763854423193?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/115074763854423193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=115074763854423193&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115074763854423193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/115074763854423193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114961320358588862</id><published>2006-06-06T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T16:55:22.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodyboarding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Has anyone heard the news?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rumor has it there is a prodigy in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ventura&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; who is going to take the body boarding world by storm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor heard the rumor, assumed it was him, and decided he better get the gear to go with the title. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Saturday we went to Ventura Surf Shop and bought the most expensive board in the store, pro flippers, and a really snazzy rash guard—oh the joys of marrying an epicurean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While Trevor was searching for the most expensive board in the store (he really was—that is not a figure of speech) I was searching the racks for the cheapest board, told Trevor a turtle neck would work just as well as a rash guard, and opted to make him flippers out of old Tupperware lids and rubber bands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My thrifty suggestions did not go over well with Trevor and he walked out of there ready to dazzle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looks so cute strutting up and down the beaches in his little outfit—everyone watches him and thinks he’s pro.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, without the look you are just a good body boarder!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After we suited him up we went to the beach and body boarded for awhile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was A LOT of fun—I got pummeled into the ground a couple of times by some massive waves; I don’t think Jace was having too much fun nor enjoying the gallons of seawater I was drinking.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;When I finally stopped to dry out and read, I had the WORST rash guard sunburn line on my arms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looked ridiculous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I decided that in order to get the full &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; beach experience I should read “Jaws” while watching all the surfers on the beach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has been quite entertaining and it has brought a whole new dimension to the book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After Trevor was worn out from body boarding we went to In ‘n Out and then went to our pool and ate and swam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Trevor and I have been going through withdrawals ever since “Lost” ended; we are in anxious anticipation for the next season.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, we decided to start another super intense series: 24.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to Blockbuster and got the first 8 episodes and watched the first 4 that night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Holy cow was it intense!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My goodness!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I would forget to breath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor would have to close my eyes a lot, though, because it is very scary sometimes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We finished the next 4 episodes yesterday and we are now officially hooked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We still like Lost better, but 24 will be a good fill in until the next Lost episodes come out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Other than that the week has been pretty uneventful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Except when we were body boarding we saw a couple pods of dolphins!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were hoping they would swim up and play with Trevor, but no luck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh and I discovered the coolest thing yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I get scared of robbers when Trevor is at work, so I am always looking for church music to put on so I won’t be afraid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I have no CD’s and Trevor only has punk CD’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I always have to resort to a play list of 5 songs that we listen to every Sunday that consists of various songs from “The Sound of Music”—it drives me NUTS!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I found this radio station called kzion that only plays church music!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the coolest thing!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it reminds me of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; and BYU.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I super like it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114961320358588862?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114961320358588862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114961320358588862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114961320358588862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114961320358588862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/06/bodyboarding.html' title='Bodyboarding'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114911822020473385</id><published>2006-05-31T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T17:30:20.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Factor</title><content type='html'>Trevor worked like a maniac all week and then we went to Universal Studios with Jonathan and Jaime on Saturday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went on various rides like “The Mummy” and “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Jurassic&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;” and those were both so much fun! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They are themed rides and so it is really beautiful and neat. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I especially liked the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Jurassic&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Par&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;k&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ride where the T-Rex suddenly bears down on you—SOOO scary! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we went on the Van Hellsing haunted mansion thing and it was SOOOOO SCARY!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Near the end you see this huge werewolf going crazy silhouetted behind glass and then, at the end, he comes out and grabs you. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought I was going to have a heart attack!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was clutching Trevor’s hand the whole time and as soon as I saw that guy I tore myself away from Trevor and just ran for it through all the people. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was so scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Trevor had the time of his life! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He tried out to be on Fear Factor Live and was cast!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So he spent the last 2 hours we were there getting briefed on what he was to do, making a movie of himself, and all kinds of stuff. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We all got front row seats at the event.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was so cute! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They announced everyone and the contestants would run out one by one (this is a stadium of 2,000 people) and when Trevor came out he was hooting and hollering and making such a show—he was the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1239.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; crowd’s favorite. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For the first stunt they were in these harnesses and hung about 40 feet from the ground and they had to hold onto a bar that was slanted. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first two to fall were disqualified.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, they all came out and the bar dropped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor was doing awesome—the other boys were shaking and you could tell that they were getting really really tired. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first guy dropped after about 45 seconds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The clock kept ticking and ticking—2 of the guys were shaking really really bad. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor looked good and strong—he didn’t even look tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then all of a sudden—BAM!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d another boy dropped at the same time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We were all SO surprised; he didn’t even look tired! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He told us later that his hands were just pouring sweat. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bummer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor was really bugged that he got out—I am happy he got out because I did NOT want him to have to do the next stunts. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the next stunt the people were chained to this pole and they had to twist themselves around really fast until they had undone the chain. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then they had to run over to an aquarium filled with electric eels and grab flags one by one and chain it to this pole that was revolving and crossing over another pole (so you would smash into the stationary one). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was really really scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After they had all their flags on they had to run over and drink their glass of smoothie. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The smoothie (which they made right in front of us and stunk to high heavens) was composed of pig parts (eyeballs, spleen, heart, etc.), rotting fish guts, rotten milk, hissing cockroaches, worms, and grasshoppers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The two who won that round went onto the one that I do NOT want Trevor to ever do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They had to turn this thingie as fast as they could and it was putting a constant electric volt through their body. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The faster they spun it, and the closer they got to winning, the higher the current of electricity going through their body would be. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was so scary—it could give them a heart attack! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This guy in the Airforce won.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was all very very cool. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The guy who is in charge of all the scary animals let me look at everything before the show started. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I held the back end of a huge python.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cool. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then I just looked at all kinds of things like 13” long Egyptian Black Sco&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1248.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rpions, 5” long Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches, Bird Eating spiders twice as big as my hand (HUGE tarantulas), all kinds of terrifying snakes, etc. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was really really really cool!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Trevor was super bummed he didn’t win, so I think we are going back next week to try out again. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s so cute!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;On Monday&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor instigated a team party. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went down to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Red&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and had a big barbecue and just played in the water. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a lot of fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had HUGE steaks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were delicious!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor discovered a new love: boogieboarding; he boogieboarded for 3 hours straight. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone else was sitting on the beach ready to go, but he was still having the time of his life riding those waves. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I called him up to have steaks he complained and said, “I view eating as a necessary evil right now. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just want to boogieboard.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was really bugged that he had to eat that delicious, thick, juicy steak. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Today I made a pregnancy dress—it is bright pink and super cute! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Other than that, all I can say is: why are we the only ones who update their blog? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For crying out loud, people!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Get on the ball!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And here is my belly at 18 1/2 weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;5 months is just around the corner! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114911822020473385?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114911822020473385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114911822020473385&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114911822020473385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114911822020473385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/05/fear-factor.html' title='Fear Factor'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114843731300227817</id><published>2006-05-23T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:21:53.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan the Star!</title><content type='html'>Hey!  Did everyone recognize anyone in this moth's New Era?  That dashing young man is Trevor's brother, Bryan!  He's the Mormonad for the month!  I am sure he will issue you all autographs if requested-- he is still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; down to earth.  What do you think of that?!  I scanned it  for those of you who do not get the New Era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Bryan%20Missionary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/Bryan%20Missionary.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114843731300227817?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114843731300227817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114843731300227817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114843731300227817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114843731300227817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/05/bryan-star.html' title='Bryan the Star!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114834473824097550</id><published>2006-05-22T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:26:32.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a Lifetime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1225.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_1225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**Who thinks Trevor is so beautiful?  MEEEEE!!!!**   This weekend was a lot of fun.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Friday night the whole team went out to Black Angus Steakhouse and stuffed ourselves full of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; steaks (are you jealous, Davy?).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOO good!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it was rather unfortunate because we got there at 9:00pm and we had tickets to see the opening of the Di Vinci Code at 10:30pm so we really needed to get our food pretty quick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, they didn’t bring out the food until 10:15pm so we had her bring out doggy bags and we took our whole dinners to the theater before we even touched them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was sad that they weren’t as fresh, but it was fun to eat a gourmet meal while everyone else was munching on stale popcorn.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The Da Vinci Code was AWESOME!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was wholly inaccurate and the movie might prove detrimental to those with a weaker faith, but for those watching it for what it is—a fictional movie—it is REALLY GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I recommend it to ALL!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is so mysterious and action packed and it keeps you on the edge of your seat the whole time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really really really liked it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think there &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1209.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were some scary parts, but Trevor always closed my eyes at those parts so I don’t know if it gets gory—I would assume not, but just in case, close your eyes whenever it seems scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I totally recommend it to ALL!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;IT’S AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Saturday Trevor and I took off with Jonathan and Jaime down to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Newport beach&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  (I know in the picture to the left I look like I have a very pregnant belly, but alas it was only the video camera in my sweatshirt pocket.)  &lt;/span&gt;We got there around 8:00pm and went to this Pizza place Trevor and I always used to go to down by the pier—Valentinos—and ate our pizzas on the pier as we watched the night fishers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was catching little mackerel thingies; it didn’t really seem worth the while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, as we were walking we saw a bunch of kids gathering and yelling around this one kid—he had caught a 10” manna ray and was trying to get it back into the ocean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, all the kids were terrified of it and so were trying to kick it into the water with their feet (the water being at least 5 feet away and the manna ray being much too sticky to move much with their kicks).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was horrified at the treatment and implored Tre&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1216.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vor to save the poor things life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He came to the rescue, “What are you doing, guys?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are you trying to get it back into the water?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are you too afraid to touch it?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Yes…” they all replied.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“All right, let me get it.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Trevor went down and picked it up like a pro and tossed it over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was very much grateful and I am sure the manna ray is, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope he didn’t sustain too many injuries during its kicking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We hung out in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Newport&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for a couple hours and then decided to call it a night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jaime and I wanted to sleep on the beach to save money, but the boys insisted on getting hotel rooms because “They work so hard.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we spent the next hour trying to find a hotel that Jaime and I thought was cheap enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After stopping at 9 or 10 hotels, we finally landed in a hotel that reeked of smoke, had a crazy woman almost drowning to death in the pool, and only one queen sized bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All four of us were going to try to sleep horizontal on it, but I think Jonathan and Trevor aren’t as comfortable as they were on the mission to sleep squashed up next to each other, so we rock paper scissored for the floor. Trevor and I ended up on the floor; however, we had brought the sleeping bag and were very comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The next morning we scrambled to get to church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all got ready in record time, packed up the room, and went to a gas station to find the nearest church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We finally located it, came screeching into the parking lot, ran up the stairs with our scriptures flailing, and missed the bread by a mere 2 minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very frustrating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we sat in on that sacrament meeting, then went to the first half of the next sacrament meeting and left after the sacrament was passed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then went to our favorite beach in the world—&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Red&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;—and played the rest of the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Two absolutely miraculous things happened at red beach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, Trevor found me two sand dollars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every single time we have gone to the beach I have spent most of my time scouring the sand for beach dollars and yet have not found one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, Trevor found me 2 within 10 minutes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I WAS SO HAPPY!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then, the sec&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ond neatest thing in the UNIVERSE:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were all playing beach baseball with a piece of driftwood and a tennis ball that washed up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were just minding our own business when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a sea lion road a wave right onto our beach right in the middle of our game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He scooted around for awhile looking at what we were doing and checking things out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looked at us for at least 5 minutes, and Trevor was trying to get it to come up nearer to us so we could pet it (it was completely out of the water and beached, but we didn’t want to scare it back into the water by going to it--- we wanted it to come to us).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor took a few steps toward it and was only 3 feet from it, but then it got scared and scooted back into the water and rejoined its pod.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were at least 15 swimming around together about 100 feet from us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We think they were swimming by, saw us (this is a military beach so we were the only people on it) and sent that sea lion in to check out what we were doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;IT WAS THE COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Besides our babies heartbeat and ultrasound, that is) That is something that you see in the movies—we were 4 feet from it the whole time!!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;IT WAS AWESOME!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the worst part is none of us had a camera with us!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that, Trevor sprinted back to where we had left the cameras (about a mile away) and then sprinted back so that if any more came we would have proof.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly, we had no more encounters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was definitely the highlight of the weekend!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/trevor%20fresco%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/trevor%20fresco%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114834473824097550?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114834473824097550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114834473824097550&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114834473824097550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114834473824097550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/05/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once in a Lifetime!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114808982100883048</id><published>2006-05-19T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T19:54:20.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went to my new doctor today in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ventura&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is an Indian woman (Indian like Justin, not Indian like us) and is very much a feminist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really liked her but it was really interesting to contrast her to my doctor in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Provo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think she escaped &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and then became a doctor to prove to all the women of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; that they do not have to be repressed and subservient to men.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like her, it is just weird how brash and, “Women power!!” she is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wouldn’t even talk to Trevor—not out of deference but out of haughtiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But ANYWAY, we were really happy to finally get a new doctor and get a checkup!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has me on “high-risk pregnancy” right now because I was bleeding and has ordered me to bed rest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says I am allowed&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_1205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to do nothing but lay in bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No running, no exercising, no shopping, no ANYTHING for 4 weeks!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are a little bugged by that as we do not feel that anything is majorly wrong, but we will comply since she is so worried.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have another appointment this Tuesday to make sure everything is OK.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They did a bunch of tests on me today to make sure the baby was OK and they also gave me a RhoGam shot in hope that my blood isn’t attacking the baby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will see Tuesday if we got the RhoGam in time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel totally fine about everything and just think she is being over zealous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, we are 17 weeks today!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you believe that?!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is 4 months and a week!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whew!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor is feeling better and will work tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has taken the past 3 days off and finally made progress yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His fever broke 4 times last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also bought the stuff for Jace’s quilt today!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;IT IS SO CUTE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has blue fur and green fuzzy fabric and red satin and then all the other squares are manly patterned (i.e. tools and work trucks) felt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SO CUTE AND CUDDLEY!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He will LOVE it!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We think everything is fine with Jace but everyone pray to make sure!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh and I am starting to get a pregnant belly; this is my 17 week belly today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I predict in 3 weeks I will be a full fledged balloon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114808982100883048?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114808982100883048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114808982100883048&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114808982100883048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114808982100883048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-hospital.html' title='To the Hospital'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114791657947106888</id><published>2006-05-17T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:42:59.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie stars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/leno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/leno.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Jami and I had a GREAT day yesterday!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Trevor and I went to Universal Studios we got tickets to see Jay Leno.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got some for us and for Jonathan and Jami to go with us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, Tuesday came and Jonathan and Trevor made the responsible decision and opted to go to work rather than LA to see Leno.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those fuddy duddies!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Oh and Trevor got 7 sales that day!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t he AWESOME?!!?) So Jami and I decided to make it a girls day out!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We drove down to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Burbank&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, found our way and everything, parked, and walked to the NBC studios.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we got there we were AMAZED at how many people were in line to see Leno!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had no idea it was going to be such a big deal!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we got in the back of the line behind about 500 people; we didn’t think we were going to get in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon, the ticket taker came around to check our tickets, and low and behold, we had special VIP passes!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She redirected us to the VIP line where we were number 10 in line!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we got in line and waited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ticket person came around to make sure everything was in order and asked for our ID’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jami had left hers in the car which we had parked a mile away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, Jami ran to the car in the blazing LA sun while I saved our spots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was getting really nervous that she wouldn’t get back in time, and I wasn’t going to go in without her, so I was getting really worried.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, I saw her run around the corner, panting, gasping for air, with ID in hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it turns out that if you are in the VIP line you don’t need an ID so she was bugged.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We went into the studio and were seated on the balcony right in front of Leno.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was AWESOME to be in a place that you always see on TV!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In high school I would do my homework, get ready for bed, and then watch Leno with dad and then go to bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was the ritual.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so cool to be there!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jay came out dressed in a blue jean shirt and faded jeans, made some jokes and then dismissed himself to go put on his “dorky ill fitting suit”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He came out later dressed in a suit, and started the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ellen Degeneris and Peter McLellen (is that right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The president’s spokesperson who just resigned?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t remember his name) were the guests and the Goo Goo Dolls were the band.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were so incredible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You all have to download the song “Stay With You” so beautiful and AWESOME live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, the whole show was so funny and it was just so cool to see it all live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Afterwards we left the studio and were walking around the corner when an intern said, “Would you like tickets to see the Carson Daly show?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were like, “Sure!” So we took the tickets and stood in the holding line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they took us down to the studio—there were about 15 of us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got there and there were about 120 people waiting in line—they had been waiting all day to get in—but they led us to the front of the line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once again, we had gotten VIP tickets!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we walked in and they sat Jami and I on the VERY FRONT ROW ON THE FLOOR!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were one foot away from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Carson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; the whole time he was out there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Carson&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s guest—I can’t remember his name (it is that Italian guy from the Sopranoes) brought &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Carson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; out this huge 4’ long submarine sandwich.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Carson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; picked it up and gave it to us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said, “Take some and pass it around.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was too embarrassed to take any, but I took a HUGE piece because I was starving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was the life—front row seats with a foot long submarine sandwich.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, when the band played—Rock Kill Kid—they had us go stand FRONT ROW in front of the singer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camera man videotaped us a ton and we know we are on TV for at least 20 seconds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jami’s mom recorded the show and we are anxious to see it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It was a very fun and eventful day!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems that I was the only one in our family who had a fun day—Trevor has been deathly ill ever since yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has a really bad fever, soar throat, and keeps coughing up stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stayed home from work today in hopes of recovery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone pray for him—he’s super sick.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/carson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/carson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114791657947106888?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114791657947106888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114791657947106888&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114791657947106888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114791657947106888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/05/movie-stars.html' title='Movie stars!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114765956789086575</id><published>2006-05-14T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:40:37.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mingling With the Stars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_1196.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, once again, Saturday came and we PARTIED!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor works much too long and much too hard, thus we need to cancel it out with super fun weekends. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This weekend we partied with the movie stars in Universal Studios! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;IT WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUN!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is the coolest place, EVER!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got season passes so we can go all we want until 2007! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We did the most incredible things there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, we saw “Waterworld” which is this&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1156.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; water show performed on the set of “Waterworld”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is rated the #1 water show in the world and was SUPER cool! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tons of fire, explosions, water going everywhere, jet skies, boats, acrobatics—awesome. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we went to the “Terminator 2: 3D” movie. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Holy cow I love those movies!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, it was AWESOME!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we went to the “Shrek 4D” movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is 4D you might ask? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We asked the same thing and boy did we find out! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So it is like 3D where you have the glasses and everything pops out at you and you think you are in the movie, but then the 4D part is the ride! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Your chairs move like a roller coaster or something to put you right in the middle of the movie. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Like, when Shrek and Fiona are on the run away horses, our seats are going crazy and we feel like we are on the horse. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also, they inject smells into the theater so you can smell everything that the actors would smell—horse poo, cookies baking, fresh rain—it was awesome. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And when the donkey sneezes, or when water is splashed or when it rains, there are these sensors in the seats in front of us that spray us with water and it feels just like the real thing! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Then we went on the Universal Studios tour and that takes you through all the movie sets at Universal Studios. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went to the sets where tons of things were filmed and saw how they set up the sets.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For instance, when we went by the King Kong set we saw Black Rock and the ship—they are all miniature things shot to look life size. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was AWESOME.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went through the street where Desperate Housewives is filmed and a bunch of others like Alias, Law and Order and all kinds of stuff. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was just awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and at “Waterworl&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1157.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d” the actors were movie stars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like, the guy from Law and Order, the guy from Alias, the guy from Westwing, and some other guys but I don’t remember what movies/shows they are from were there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Then we went to the Special Effects tour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They show you how special effects are done in the movie industry and guess who they chose to be the volunteer? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Out of the ENTIRE audience, they chose TREVOR!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was because of his dashing good looks and charm, no doubt! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He had a fun time wielding a giant cat paw as it attacked a woman, being chained to a dungeon wall and tortured, and then having his arm hacked off with a knife. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were all done with special effects and it was cool! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went to the set where Nickelodeon Splash Zone is filmed and it was so cute to see all the little kids. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really want to take Gabe and Boe to that part because they will have the time of their lives. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We can’t WAIT to take Jace there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will probably take him there every day next season.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did a lot more stuff but I am getting too tired to type. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Afterwards, we bought a bunch of overpriced candy at the Universal Studios candy shop, rented “Waterworld” and then took it easy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was SO AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Oh yeah, and we got tickets to the Jay Leno show-- we are going on Tuesday.  Watch for us on T.V.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114765956789086575?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114765956789086575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114765956789086575&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114765956789086575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114765956789086575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/05/mingling-with-stars.html' title='Mingling With the Stars!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114765769059383677</id><published>2006-05-14T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:48:10.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;We would like to wish a hearty "Happy Mother's Day" to all the awesome moms out there who check our blog. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Namely, Mom Suttner, Mom Chapman, Lia Collings, Dohnele Parker, and Laura Callahan (Laura doesn't check it, but I am just excited she had her baby!).  So Happy Mother’s Day to you all!  A more excellent bunch would be hard to find!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Following is the only story I remember from childhood and I remember it because I refused to read it because it was so sad and made me cry. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love this story and yet at the same time despise it because it was horrifically ghastly of that little boy to just grow up without even thinking twice about whether or not his mom wanted him to. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I, for one, am not going to let Jace grow up. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is promptly getting injected with growth hormone inhibitor so he will always stay a little baby forever and never leave me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, for all the rest, here is the sweetest most horrible story in the world:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ll Love You Forever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;By Robert Munsch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang: &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!" &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang: &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo! &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang: &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo! &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang: &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang: &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang: &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always... &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song: &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my Mommy you'll be. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang: &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114765769059383677?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114765769059383677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114765769059383677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114765769059383677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114765769059383677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114736431855657495</id><published>2006-05-11T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:23:40.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Thinks Trevor's Super?  Me!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I thought I would take a moment and brag yet again on my husband; not of his selling prowess, but of his moral character. Many of you have been on the “Jane Fonda Propaganda” mailing list—oh that woeful day when I accidentally checked the box next to that Peter McLean kids name (neither Trevor nor I have any idea who he is—he was just on an online study group with us for a Genealogy class once last semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are thinking he is that 52 year old fat guy on the back row who was always trying to correct the teacher, but we aren’t positive.). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Trevor, teasingly, taunted him for trying to call me an ignorant little girl. Peter obviously had the humor section of his brain surgically removed and did not think Trevor’s comment was the least bit funny. He then sent an e-mail out to the whole group painting Trevor as a barbaric imbecile. Needless to say Trevor and I were wholly taken back by such a malicious response to a playful tease. I immediately sat down to write a vehement letter to the whole group denouncing Peter for being such a moron. However, Trevor sat down and wrote a message addressed only to Peter. I think the typical boy would have done what Peter did—write a mean response addressed to the entire group to save face. However, Trevor wrote a response solely to Peter and then asked me to send mine only to Peter and not the group (Which I reluctantly did. No one is a jerk to my husband and gets away with it!). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Anyway, I am dissolving Trevor’s blessings in heaven by announcing it to the Blog, but I am just so proud of him that I need to tell everyone what a man of moral character he is. Whoever thinks Trevor’s awesome say: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114736431855657495?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114736431855657495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114736431855657495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114736431855657495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114736431855657495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-thinks-trevors-super-me.html' title='Who Thinks Trevor&apos;s Super?  Me!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114728348897880313</id><published>2006-05-10T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:51:35.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap: not just utilitarian anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_1150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oooh!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have discovered one of the funnest things in the WORLD: Soapmaking! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is SOOOOO much fun!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jami and I went to a craft show last weekend and there were all kinds of soap makers. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was so&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1147.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; artistic and yet useful!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ran from booth to booth looking at all the incredible masterpieces they made with just lye and lard. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, that day a dream was born and I began my lifelong calling of soapmaking. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It &lt;i style=""&gt;just so happens&lt;/i&gt; that Michaels—the biggest craft store in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California--&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; is right across the street from our apartment. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Call it fate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I walked there yesterday and bought all the supplies: a 10 lb. tub of glycerine, fragrance, dyes, and molds, and began the joyous journey of crafting soap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You guys should try it—&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it’s awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are some of my bars I did. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My favorites were the green tea tree and rosemary bar, the &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;red clove bud bar, and the multicolored vanilla bar. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They all smell great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Join the fun—start soapmaking!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, on another note, Trevor is incredible. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t have any sales at all all day long yesterday and then he was like, “I HAVE to get a sale!!!” So within the next 2 hours he got 4 and was again the leader of the day!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had nothing up until 7:00pm and then—BAM—4 right there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114728348897880313?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114728348897880313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114728348897880313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114728348897880313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114728348897880313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/05/soap-not-just-utilitarian-anymore.html' title='Soap: not just utilitarian anymore'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114705641240100454</id><published>2006-05-07T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:36:25.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_1141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;***Disclaimer: I know almost every single one of these pictures are of me, but that is because Trevor thinks I am &lt;i style=""&gt;destructive compulsive&lt;/i&gt; and destroy anything of value I get my hands on.  Thus, I am not allowed to carry the camera, so he has to take all the pictures.  As you can see, all the pictures are of me, but it is not because I am an egotistical narcissist-- it is because that is all we have.*** &lt;/p&gt;  We had a really fun time on Saturday.  Trevor works from 9:00am until 10:00pm so we never have any time to play.  Thus, we decided we really need to utilize the weekends.  This &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1126.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday I drove out to Trevor's work area and played with another wife until he got off at 2:00pm and then we all (Trevor and I, another couple, and three boys from the team) drove out to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and had a GREAT time!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First we went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Venice&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; which is absolutely awesome!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is similar to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Venice&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in that it has all kinds of street sellers, street performers, things to eat and do—it’s just AWESOME!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So we walked around, bought hotdogs and pizza and then sunflower seeds and kettle corn. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The art was AWESOME but expensive so we are going to save up money and get some another time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The street pe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rformers were really scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For instance, the first one was this tiny little Jamaican man who puts his feet behind his head and hops around and fits himself into a tiny little box. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we watched this break dancing team who did a front flip over 6 people—it was AWESOME. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And then there was this other guy who sat girls in a chair and then walked around balancing it on his chin while breathing fire. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh and this other guy was really short and muscular and ran around in a tiny leopard print speedo rolling a 5lb le&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ad ball all over his shoulders, arms, and body as he danced around. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was quite the experience!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jonathan and Trevor jumped into the ocean and body surfed for awhile while Jami and I took pictures of how cute they were—they were just two excited little boys. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor is absolutely neurotic about having sand/salt water on him so he made us all sneak into a hostel as he and Jonathan took showers. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we went to the heart of LA and ate at this little Italian Restaurant on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Hollywood   Boulevard&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; called “Mercelo’s”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is famed as the oldest restaurant in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOOOO fun!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The atmosphere was very authentic to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d they had a live opera singer and pianist. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People in LA are very enthusiastic (probably because they are all drunk) so the whole restaurant would sing along to the more popular Italian songs like that one about “When the moon hits my eye like a big pizza pie it’s amore” or whatever. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was fun to have everyone so happy and singey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that we went to a comedy club but Trevor and I did NOT like it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was very different from the &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;’s comedy clubs we are used to. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All in all it was a really fun day!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next day Trevor and I went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Seaward&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; which is 3 miles&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1119.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1119.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from our house and walked up the coast watching the surfers, collecting seashells and cool rocks, and picking flowers to press. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was so much fun to just relax in the sunshine and listen to the waves come in. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We have not been very consistent with putting belly pictures on, but we realized that I change to new weeks every Saturday so we will start taking a picture every Saturday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was yesterday—15 weeks along!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;PHEW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114705641240100454?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114705641240100454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114705641240100454&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114705641240100454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114705641240100454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/05/livin-it-up.html' title='Livin&apos; it up!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114678254676326076</id><published>2006-05-04T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:28:20.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor the He-Man Salesman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I would take a moment to brag on my incredible husband.  Trevor has been working for 3 days now and is currently the number one seller!  He sold 7 the first day, 5 the next day (but one got canceled), and 2 the next day (they were in a bad area and the whole team got small numbers).  Already today he has sold 3 and he's only been out a couple hours!  Isn't Trevor INCREDIBLE?!?!?!!?  Anyway, we haven't put a belly picture up in a while so here is me today and I am 14 weeks, 4 days.  Almost 15 weeks-- whew!  That means almost 4 months!  This baby will be here before we know&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Jace%27s%20Blessing%20Suit%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/Jace%27s%20Blessing%20Suit%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it!  Also, I have begun Pregnancy Pilates with another wife here and it's going to be a lot of fun!  Oh, also here is the cutest thing in the universe besides our baby-- our baby's blessing tuxedo!  I just bought it-- isn't it the cutest thing in the whole world?  It has a silk tie and vest and is an exact replica of an adult tuxedo-- isn't he going to be SOOOO CUTE?!  He needs to get here QUICK so I can start playing Barbies and putting him in all his cute little outfits and accessories! Trevor just came home and he ended the day with EIGHT! Thats over $1000.00 for us today and over (averaged0) $40,000 for Clark Pest Control (the average customer stays on for 8 years...so if they stay on for 8 years thats 40 G's). The beginning of the summer is always "slow" because the bugs aren't out yet so people don't "see" the need to get a pest control company. I can't imagine how he'll be doing in two months when the bugs are infesting!    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114678254676326076?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114678254676326076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114678254676326076&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114678254676326076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114678254676326076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/05/trevor-he-man-salesman.html' title='Trevor the He-Man Salesman'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114634869936057539</id><published>2006-04-29T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T16:11:41.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California!</title><content type='html'>Whew!  What a week!  We have been moving and packing and moving and packing and are finally in our apartment for the next 4 months.  I will quickly recap the events of the past couple of days.  Trevor and I stayed up ALL night on Tuesday and headed out at 6:00am Wednesday.  We were ready to leave at 4:00 but we had one last load to put in our storage shed.  We got there at 4:30am and found that the gates won't open until 6:00 am.  SO we parked outside and slept in the car until they opened, unloaded the stuff in 5 minutes and then hit the road.  I was really worried Trevor would fall asleep at the wheel since he had spent the entire day and night packing and had gotten no sleep.  I slept a little on the way down to St. George.  We planned on sleeping in St. George at the house for a couple hours, but then we decided to just push on through.  We talked to Mom and Dad for about 2 hours and then drove on.  We arrived in Ventura at 11:00pm that day.  It was a VERY long drive.  We didn't realize it was so much further from Riverside.  Anyway, we got there and stayed the night with one of the Clark Pest Control guys and then moved into our apartment the next morning.  We got everything in and unpacked, the pictures on the wall and EVERYTHING when the team leader told us that we could take the 2 bedroom apartment if we wanted it.  Well, of course we did so we packed everything BACK up and moved it all over to the new apartment and unpacked it all again.  PHEW!  SO MUCH PACKING!  Finally we are in our apartment and it is SOOOOOO NICE!!!!  We LOVE it!!!  We have 3 balconies, 2 huge bedrooms, and it is just really really really nice.  Clark Pest Control furnished it with VERY nice furniture and we even got a KING SIZE BED!  They gave us the best of everything and we are just so excited!  We went down to the beach yesterday to check it out.  It is 7 minutes from our house (with traffic-- without traffic it would be like 4 minutes).  Everyone here is really nice and the community is SUPER nice.  It is a bunch of nice white rich people.  It is very different from Riverside from last year.  We will take pictures and show everyone what's up.  Oh yeah and we have 2 pools, 3 hot tubs,  6 laundry rooms, a weight room, EVERYTHING!  We are in paradise!!!!  This is going to be the best summer EVER!!!!  Anyone is welcome to come out and visit whenever they want.  The ocean is cold right now, but in about a month it should be great!  Come visit everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114634869936057539?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114634869936057539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114634869936057539&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114634869936057539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114634869936057539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/04/california.html' title='California!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114599725258960931</id><published>2006-04-25T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:50:40.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Life Get Any Better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/scan0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOORAY!!!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today was the awesomest day EVER.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I have been so stressed about completing finals and moving these past three days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So stressed, in fact, that I have developed an enormous cold sore that takes up the bottom half of my face (but that’s beside the point).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were supposed to have everything completed so we could leave Sunday after the baby blessing (Colling's baby's blessing), but low and behold, there was no baby blessing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, then we decided to hurry and get everything packed and finals done so we could move on Monday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We stayed up all day Sunday getting everything done but alas it was not enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Monday came and we continued to write papers, pack and clean.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Finally we decided that we were going to have to move Tuesday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, needless to say, we have been EXHAUSTED, and since we packed our bed on Sunday, we have been sleeping on the cold hard ground for the past two day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;We decided to make the most out of a bad situation and turned our thoughts to the ultrasound that we would be able to go to since we were staying until Tuesday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We woke up this morning absolutely exhausted form all the packing (oh and some appliance in our house decided to malfunction and make a shrill alarm-like beep every 2 minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was driving Trevor CRAZY.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tore apart every appliance in the house &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-- including the doorbell, fridge, and smoke alarm—trying to find the source of the noise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He could not locate it and spent the rest of the night at the mercy of the beep) we received NO sleep with those two factors combined.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got up at 7:45 am to go to our 8:30 am appointment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I called the hospital ahead to make sure everything was on schedule and soon learned that no one had scheduled us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was transferred from place to place to place until finally I gave up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, at 8:50am the hospital called and said that they had messed up and we did indeed have an appointment but that it had passed now and so we couldn’t go to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That, on top of everything else, was almost too much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor took control of the situation and told them that we &lt;i style=""&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; going to get that ultrasound this morning if we had to sit outside the doors with big red picket signs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They heeded his threats, and that is when a horrible three days didn’t matter anymore because…. WE GOT TO SEE OUR BABY!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;And WE KNOW THE GENDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think it is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/scan0002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/scan0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114599725258960931?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114599725258960931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114599725258960931&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114599725258960931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114599725258960931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/04/does-life-get-any-better.html' title='Does Life Get Any Better?'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114542881837737713</id><published>2006-04-19T00:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:44:46.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby Speaks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/audio_icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/audio_icon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://classicsurfaces.net/cs/csshow.nsf/3ec5a5cbcb7c720a87256ee8000e82d8/cb1ac1d9058c8aa5872570b00003aa9b/$FILE/BabyHeart.mp3"&gt;heart beat&lt;/a&gt; of our new little baby! It is SO awesome we are so EXCITED! Isn't it Awesome! We were sitting in the clinic and she pulled out the doppler. We were thrilled. It took her about four minutes to find it (during which time Caci started stress that maybe there was no baby). Once she found it, I heard my little son - he was saying, "Hey Dad! I'm Here! Can't wait to go hiking!" He is so intelligent already! - Trevor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114542881837737713?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114542881837737713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114542881837737713&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114542881837737713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114542881837737713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-baby-speaks.html' title='Our Baby Speaks!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114540181386250464</id><published>2006-04-18T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T01:48:28.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lia's Perfect Baby</title><content type='html'>Well, now that Lia's baby is here, we can start to see if Ellie truly is the "Perfect Baby" that Lia designed at her baby shower.  This is what Lia said would be perfect:  If the baby had…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia's eyes, notes, stomach, hands, singing voice, musical abilities, dancing skills, coordination, laugh, work ethic, and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin's hair, lips, teeth, smile, calves, ankles, intelligence, athletic skills, bodily odor, sense of humor, temperament, and peacemaking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how close Ellie comes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1080.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey ~ This is Trevor taking over now with a brief Easter update:&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Tried to get into the play, "Arsenic and White Lace." Unfortunately, ALL SOLD OUT. So, instead, we opted for a less cultured Friday and took off to "The Best of Divine Comedy," which turned out to be hilarious. The highlight, however, was not found in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Best&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comedy, &lt;/span&gt;it was found in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Divine&lt;/span&gt; part. What do I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Story: They had tonnes of the glow sticks that they were throwing to all audience members. Naturally, at the beginning of the program people were fighting for them. At the intermission the building was so full of these glow sticks that people were tossing them around like Kinsi throwing shoes into that tree - everyone was tossing them around, everyone except Trevor. See he was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1090.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; avidly trying to obtain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just one&lt;/span&gt; of those neat glowing things. In between each small act they would chuck a couple hundred or so, and, being near the front, they would always fly over our heads. Once the people saw that they were neglecting us front row sitters they starting throwing them up close. STILL, they threw them to everybody surrounding us, but none came to us. Trevor took up running up and down the aisles in between acts hopeing to grab one. He had almost given up hope when, out of no where, in the midst of an act, straight from backstage, a single - beautiful glow stick was thrown, twirling -- as it were -- in slow-mo through the air. It flew from one side of the room - clear to the other and landed in Trevor's folded arms! Ta -Daa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Celebrated Easter with Suttners.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Attended church - laid on grass - enjoyed Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114540181386250464?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114540181386250464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114540181386250464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114540181386250464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114540181386250464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/04/lias-perfect-baby.html' title='Lia&apos;s Perfect Baby'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114539807762251161</id><published>2006-04-18T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T01:44:00.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Heartbeat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/12kickem.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/12kickem.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ATTENTION: The picture above is not of our baby, but it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of a 12 week fetus, and all those little sw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/real-belly-for-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/real-belly-for-web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eet potatos look the same, so just pretend it is ours.&lt;/span&gt;  I had my first thorough exam today.  They found that I am indeed 12 weeks pregnant (pictured is my 12 months belly right before we went to the doctor today) and healthy as a horse.  The most exciting thing was when we heard the baby's heart beat!!!!!  It was SO awesome!!  W&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/real-belly-for-web-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/real-belly-for-web-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e have been a little worried because my belly isn't big, and I haven't been sick, so we have been wondering if I truly am pregnant. Then, when the nurse was checking for the baby's heart beat, she moved it around forever and could not find a heart beat.  So we were getting nervous thinking that I never was pregnant when all of a sudden a big strong heartbeat sounded through!!!  IT WAS SO AWESOME!!!!!  Trevor recorded it so we just listened to it over and over on our drive home. &lt;a href="http://classicsurfaces.net/cs/csshow.nsf/3ec5a5cbcb7c720a87256ee8000e82d8/cb1ac1d9058c8aa5872570b00003aa9b/$FILE/BabyHeart.mp3"&gt;CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO IT!&lt;/a&gt;  It was so so so awesome!  So everything is just perfect and I get my first ultrasound this Tuesday.  We get it for free because Utah Valley Medical Center is trying to certify for first trimester ultrasounds.  I will be beginning my 14th week on Tuesday but they are letting us do it anyway.  We found out that I am going to have to get the RH shot on the 28th week so my blood doesn't attack the baby, but other than that, the pregnancy is perfect and the baby is doing great!  Hearing the heartbeat was AWESOME!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114539807762251161?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114539807762251161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114539807762251161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114539807762251161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114539807762251161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/04/babys-heartbeat.html' title='Baby&apos;s Heartbeat!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114513151279626413</id><published>2006-04-15T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T14:05:12.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/qtss_icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/qtss_icon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have converted some video files for download. Soon it will be a pleasant experience to download them; until then, we will list them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://classicsurfaces.net/cs/csshow.nsf/3ec5a5cbcb7c720a87256ee8000e82d8/cb1ac1d9058c8aa5872570b00003aa9b/$FILE/Wedding200k.mov"&gt;1. Trevor &amp; Caci's Wedding Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://classicsurfaces.net/cs/csshow.nsf/3ec5a5cbcb7c720a87256ee8000e82d8/cb1ac1d9058c8aa5872570b00003aa9b/$FILE/splash200k.mov"&gt;2. Mom's Splash Show Opening&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://classicsurfaces.net/cs/csshow.nsf/3ec5a5cbcb7c720a87256ee8000e82d8/cb1ac1d9058c8aa5872570b00003aa9b/$FILE/popexperiment200k.mov"&gt;3. Science; "Pop Expirement."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://classicsurfaces.net/cs/csshow.nsf/3ec5a5cbcb7c720a87256ee8000e82d8/cb1ac1d9058c8aa5872570b00003aa9b/$FILE/loveforweb200k.mov"&gt;4. "Love" - a school project//unfinished.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://classicsurfaces.net/cs/csshow.nsf/3ec5a5cbcb7c720a87256ee8000e82d8/cb1ac1d9058c8aa5872570b00003aa9b/$FILE/moi200k.mov"&gt;5. "Moment of Inspiration - The Michael Goleb'owski Story"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The shots of Mike were by group members, edited by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today we will post a "whats happening of late."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114513151279626413?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114513151279626413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114513151279626413&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114513151279626413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114513151279626413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/04/videos-online.html' title='Videos Online'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114437902520685852</id><published>2006-04-06T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:03:45.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello to the new bouncing baby... GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_1051.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it's finally here!!!  Lia went into labor at 1:30 this morning and then delivered at 4:59pm.  Everyone was extremely surprised to see the little baby boy-- who turned out to be a girl!!!!  We thought she was a boy the WHOLE time!  She looks EXACTLY like Julia and is so pretty!!! We were all so excited!  Mom is up for the weekend to help Lia out.  They got Julia a little baby to take care of so she can be a little mommy, too.  The baby was 8.8 lbs and 20 inches long. Any winners?  Looks like Trevor and Dad, who both said "girl" to be obstinate really knew what they were talking about!  A couple people guessed April 6th right-- any winners?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_1047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114437902520685852?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114437902520685852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114437902520685852&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114437902520685852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114437902520685852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-to-new-bouncing-baby-girl.html' title='Hello to the new bouncing baby... GIRL!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114410676105265468</id><published>2006-04-03T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:23:30.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do, what to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onlinesports.com/images/lpc-ut994z.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.onlinesports.com/images/lpc-ut994z.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, we have yet ANOTHER post for today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I are trying to figure out the best path to take and would like anyone’s input on the matter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is the problem: I was just figuring out my fall class schedule and I will graduate this fall if I do my field project this summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That would be great because then I will only have the baby for a month and half before I graduate and I will be done with school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, my ethnography would be on something that wouldn’t really be earth shattering.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would have to do it this summer while in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; on homeless teens, or on some local society or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other option is to wait to do my field project next summer and then Trevor and I (and the baby) would go to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to do my ethnography on the Ancient Russian Mormons or the “Mormon Mafia” as they are referred to in Orenburg.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;THAT would be awesome because there has been very little research done on the Mormon Mafia and my ethnography would be very interesting for a lot of people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would be doing something that counted. Trevor would also do a documentary on the Mormon Mafia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HOWEVER, it would be bad because I will have to delay graduation by a FULL YEAR! I would finish all my course work this fall, and then do my fieldwork next summer and then do my write up—Anthropology 499R—NEXT fall semester (2007), thus I wouldn’t graduate until fall of 2007.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;So, there is the dilemma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If any of you have any advice, do tell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What do you all think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114410676105265468?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114410676105265468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114410676105265468&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114410676105265468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114410676105265468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to do, what to do...'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114409714981806037</id><published>2006-04-03T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:45:49.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Caci%20Belly%201%20month%20pregnant%20%203.03%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/Caci%20Belly%201%20month%20pregnant%20%203.03%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we think it’s about time to start posting pictures of the ever expanding belly!  We will post a picture every Sunday so we can all join together to watch as Caci turns into a balloon. This is Caci at 10 weeks-- we are almost in our 2nd Trimester!  Halloween is just around the corner!  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114409714981806037?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114409714981806037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114409714981806037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114409714981806037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114409714981806037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/04/10-weeks.html' title='10 Weeks!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114404325531549898</id><published>2006-04-02T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:47:35.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Red Hiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Caci%20Red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/Caci%20Red.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I promised mom I would post this, so here it is.  On Friday I had the urge to dye my hair, but Trevor couldn't take me to the store so, I just looked around the house until I found a box of dye we had bought at the discount store awhile ago.  It looked like a really pretty dark cherry brown color.  Well, I put it in, and when I washed it out, I was a bonified red head.  The color was NOT what was on the box.  We ran to the store and got a box of dark brown, so right now my hair is a dark brownish red.  Here is a pic of me as a red head.  Oh the woes of vanity (sayeth mom).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114404325531549898?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114404325531549898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114404325531549898&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114404325531549898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114404325531549898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-red-hiar.html' title='My Red Hiar'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114403697674021055</id><published>2006-04-02T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:00:00.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_1033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great weekend! We started it off by selling tickets that we had to a James Blunt concert on ebay f&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or $215!! We bought them a month ago for $50. We had to sell the tickets to make way for a missionary reunion that Trevor was scheduled to attend on Friday. The mission reunion was alot of fun and we saw many of Trevor's good friends. Some flew out from Missouri, others drove from Arizona and some just hopped, skipped, and jumped to show up.&lt;br /&gt;After the reunion a bunch of former elders met at our &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;house and enjoyed a fun night. Today we had an awesome opportunity to attend General Conference (the final session). It was Caci's first time; Trevor has been there many times. What wonderful messages were shared. We left edified and with renewed vigor to be the people and family unit that Heavenly Father wants and needs us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1017.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1017.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like Trevor won't be winning the $10.oo coupon to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coldstone&lt;/span&gt; as the 2nd of April has all but come and gone without a single peep from little Collings Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. President Boehm (Trevor's former Mission President) is a big guy, huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114403697674021055?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114403697674021055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114403697674021055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114403697674021055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114403697674021055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekend-happenings.html' title='Weekend Happenings'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114360611481482850</id><published>2006-03-28T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:36:24.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Support Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/mom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey everyone.  It has recently come to my attention that mom has been blogging like a mad woman but no one is recognizing her efforts by going to her blog.  So, I would encourage you all to go there and comment so she doesn't feel her efforts are in vain.  The link is on our website, but you can also click it: &lt;a href="http://thesuttnerfamily.blogspot.com"&gt;thesuttnerfamily.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114360611481482850?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114360611481482850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114360611481482850&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114360611481482850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114360611481482850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/03/support-mom.html' title='Support Mom!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114342964793350716</id><published>2006-03-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:22:48.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lia's Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0979.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_0979.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We just realized that we haven’t Blogged about a big event that happened last week—Lia’s shower! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who knew throwing a shower could be such a HUGE ordeal?! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had been wo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0983.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0983.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rking with Justin trying to get a guest list together and to schedule a time that would work for Lia. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, he said that Saturday at 4:00 would be great, so Jini made up the invites, ran them around to all the houses, and we thought we were in business—up until 3 days before the shower, that is. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone started RSVPing me saying they had another shower at the exact time that they already committed to. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;99% of those invited were in Lia’s ward, and the other shower was fo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0976.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r a girl in their ward. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thus, not one person would be able to come.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SO, I contacted Justin again and he said that Thursday at 7 would be the best. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I took 2 hours to make the cutest invitations to coerce people into coming, and ran them around to all the houses, explaining the dilemma. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I got home happy that everything was solved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, the next day, I started getting the RSVP’s… Lia was hosting a Book Club meeting at her house 7:00 Thursday—right during the shower. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, I was exasperated and did not want to make up yet ANOTHER invitation and run them around yet AGAIN. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thank goodness the Relief Society president couldn’t take the chaos anymore and called me up, “We will have it Wednesday at 7 in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Multipurpose&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Building&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will call the Bishop and reserve the room and call all the girls and let them know of the change.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Phew!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank goodness for Obsessive Compulsive Relief Society Presidents!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, despite all of Justin’s devious plans &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0987.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to thwart our efforts, the shower prevailed!!! After the horror of the invites, everything turned out to be really good! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had excellent food—gourmet turkey wraps, chocolate dipped strawberries, chips and dip, chocolate galore, cheesecake etc. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And we played a lot of fun games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so funny!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had the “Pregnancy Olympics” to find out who was the “Best Pregnant Woman of them All”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had a series of games including “Taste the Baby Food” where they had to guess the flavor of 7 different unique baby f&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0984.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oods including sweet potato, lasagna, spinach supreme, turkey and vegetable, macaroni and chicken, vanilla custard, and fruit puree. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If nothing else, it exposed them to the horror their babies have to go though as they choke down pureed turkey and vegetables. Next we had Pregnant Twister where we strapped the woman up with pillows and laughed as they tried to outdo each other in a rousing game of Twister. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One girl “gave birth” during the game (her pillow fell out), securing her way to victory. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Next we played, “Lia’s Perfect Baby” where&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0993.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the girls had to decide what features of Lia or Justin Lia wanted the baby to receive. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will include Lia’s “Perfect Baby” at the end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s see how close it comes to what she wants! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the end we played “Pregnant Bag Game” where the girls were once again pregnant with pillows strapped to their bellies and had to pick up the bag with their teeth while standing on one leg. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lia showed them all up and played with the real thing and WON! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was amazed by her dexterity in spite of her belly! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The shower turned out to be a huge success, and we all had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114342964793350716?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114342964793350716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114342964793350716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114342964793350716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114342964793350716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/03/lias-shower.html' title='Lia&apos;s Shower'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114335049783107797</id><published>2006-03-25T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:27:41.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 25th of March</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_0998.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Caci-Tall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/Caci-Tall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was a great day! We started off by wishing Lia a Happy Birthday! Caci had a great time shopping for a little jacket for her to be worn after the birth of their little mystery. We took a mini road trip up to West Jordan to visit Grandma and Grandpa - and to tell them the news: That we are PREGNANT! We had a great time with them and it was fun to go out to eat at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Golden Corral&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_1005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After returning home Caci and I headed out to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acoustic Explosion&lt;/span&gt; where we heard a few great songs.After feeding our musical sides we decided to feed our faces and ate some great sherbet at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creamery on 9th&lt;/span&gt;. That is my update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_1010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What does everybody think of our new TV!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114335049783107797?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114335049783107797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114335049783107797&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114335049783107797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114335049783107797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/03/25th-of-march.html' title='The 25th of March'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114256648413843988</id><published>2006-03-16T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:52:05.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/CaciTallMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/CaciTallMan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      We have had quite the time these past couple of days!   We left for St. George on Saturday night to play with my family in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We arrived at 4:30am in St. George and found my dad busily blogging away in his office. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We stayed up and talked to him about all his clever blogging comments until about 6:30am. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, we were exhausted when all the little kids came running around chipper and excited for church just 2 hours later. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When they came back from church, we all piled in the car and drove out to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Anaheim&lt;/st1:city&gt;  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We got there about 10:00 that night in caravan with Dan and Shelley’s family, and the Gooches. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I had our own room up until the Gooches decided to go, so we were pleasured to share a room with all the little Suttner boys and Justin Gooch. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Boys are gross and I hope I never have to share a room with them again—it was like being at Scout Camp without supervision. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0910.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e room was filled with gas, matches, stinky feet, and snoring. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I begged my parents to switch us with the girls, but they knew what was in for them, and stubbornly refused.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The next day we all went to Knott’s Berry Farm. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOOOO much FUN!!!! We went on all kinds of scary roller coasters and crazy rides. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was AWESOME!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I were feeling really sick, so Shelley suggested we go on one of her favorite rides to give ourselves a break. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We thought a 46 year old woman would have a fairly accurate idea of what “mild” was, but we were grossly mistaken. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Shelley took us on this ride that spins you around super fast while flipping you up and down really fast. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By the time the ride ended I was holding back my lunch. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor was positively ill, as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/kinsiearring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/kinsiearring.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After taking Boe on the log ride and through the kiddy park one more time, we all went back to the hotel, jumped in our swimsuits, and swam for awhile, then had a pizza party around the pool while the parents went out to dinner. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we went back up to our rooms and watched a movie about a woman who only has half a body—it was really inspirational.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The next day we went to Ripley’s Believe it or Not Museum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so cool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always love going to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0897.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; those museums. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought the most interesting exhibit was the woman who carried her husband’s (Sir Walter Raleigh) head around on a platter everywhere she went because she loved him so much until her death 17 years later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Afterwards we went to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Huntington Beach&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The water was too cold to swim in, so we had huge games of sand football, sand soccer, and various seaweed Olympic events. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor never failed to impress me and was the star of every event. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What an athlete!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I had an AWESOME experience there! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are always seagulls flying all over the place, so I got the crackers we brought and started feeding them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, pretty soon they were circling above my head, and I could just toss the crackers into their mouths. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;IT &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0945.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WAS AWESOME!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were flying only 3 or 4 feet above my head—a whole flock of them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOO cool—something off of a movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is something I will never forget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We took off soon after and headed back for St. George.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We stopped off in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Barstow&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; at the famous Barstow Station to have ice cream. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As always, it was a great experience and delicious ice cream.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We arrived in St. George exhausted at 11:30pm. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0942.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hung out for about half an hour then hit the road for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Provo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to meet our Wednesday classes. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The little vacation was SO much fun and a welcome break from the stressful days of school. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Today Trevor and I had a great surprise today. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hadn’t checked my phone messages for a while so I finally checked them and there were three from the UPS guy saying he has been trying to deliver a big huge T.V. since Monday and I should call and schedule with him when I will be home to sign for it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;An hour later Trevor was home from class, so I told him, and he pulled us into the car and we raced up to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Salt&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to pick it up from UPS headquarters—THAT is how excited Trevor was to get it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, WE GOT IT!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;IT IS AWESOME!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is SO big and beautiful and the picture is amazing! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor is reveling in the splendor of it all right now, watching Band of Brothers. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is AWESOME!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can’t find the camera but we want to post pictures of the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cali&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; trip and also of the T.V.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will keep looking. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The T.V. is AWESOME!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0896.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_0896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114256648413843988?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114256648413843988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114256648413843988&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114256648413843988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114256648413843988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/03/cali-trip_16.html' title='Cali Trip'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114211776344215667</id><published>2006-03-11T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:53:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of Past Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_0860.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0861.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0861.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well! It seems that Trevor and I have dropped the ball a little this past week. We have been doing things, we just haven't been updating. So I will go through our camera and try to remember what we have done through our picture record. First off, we went to the batting cages. Actually, I think I wrote about that already. Well, here are pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A couple days later we decided to celebrate our Pioneer Heritage by making candy from the time period. We made “Electric Blue” and “Screaming Purple” salt water taffy. It was a lot of fun! Trevor was a natural! After convincing him th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0851.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at it was a proper activity for a boy to be doing, he actually did a really good job. In fact he got so excited that our downstairs neighbor came up and yelled about how noisy he was being. Our downstairs neighbor is kind of a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a fun time with Lia, Justin, Julia, and Jini (look at all those J's!). They all came over to have a pizza movie night with us. We watched the original "Planet of the Apes". Trevor has been raving about this movie for a long time so we finally broke down and got it. He said I would really really enjoy it because it is an anthropological film that gives much insight into the evolution of species and cultures. It proved to be that and so much more! We really should have taken more pictures when everyone was over, but we were all just so enthralled with the movie (all, that is, except Lia who kept muttering under her breath "I think Julia needs to go to bed&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0868.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0868.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..." although Julia was laying peaceful and content on the LuvSac). It was really fun! I think Justin enjoyed the movie more than everyone else. He found it positively stimulating. Here is a picture of him absolutley glued to every word uttered by Charleston Hesston.&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting thing that happened-- Trevor's book came!  He has been wanting the Complete Works of William Shakespeare and I finally found one that we would deem acceptable.  It could not be any old copy of the Complete Works of William Shakespeare.  It has to be th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0875.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0875.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e leather bound, gold plated, super expensive edition.  He loves it.  Had he gotten me one, it would have to be the paperback edition from the thrift store, or else I would not accept it.  So interesting how opposites attract!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0848.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_0848.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't Caci so CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114211776344215667?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114211776344215667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114211776344215667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114211776344215667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114211776344215667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/03/update-of-past-events.html' title='Update of Past Events'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114177587778851765</id><published>2006-03-07T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T17:06:22.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Free T.V.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Samsung%2042%20TV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/Samsung%2042%20TV.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's finalized!!!  We got our shipping confirmation for our 42" FREE PLASMA T.V. TODAY!!!!!  Here is the confirmation e-mail thing.  WE ARE SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!  It will arrive in about a month.  I was always a skeptic, but when our friends got their's, we realized that this was really possible.  WE ARE SO EXCITED!!!  HOORAY!!!!!!  We will have it in about 4 weeks.  AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Our%20free%20T.V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/Our%20free%20T.V.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114177587778851765?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114177587778851765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114177587778851765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114177587778851765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114177587778851765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-free-tv.html' title='Our Free T.V.'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114170035921333260</id><published>2006-03-06T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:59:19.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh March March March</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last week was jam packed with tests, essays, term papers, and classes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a WELCOME break when the weekend finally rolled around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided to celebrate by going up to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West   Jordan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to visit Grandma and Grandpa Chapman. However, as we neared the freeway, Trevor made the executive decision that it probably was not the best idea to take our car on such a strenuous trip since the breaks are almost completely shot and going from 75 MPH to 0 in 10 seconds probably wouldn’t work at the present moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, we were already on the freeway at this point, so we pulled off at the first exit and went to Trafalga.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to the batting cages and it was SO MUCH FUN!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have never done that before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor whacked them clear to the other side of the field.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then went to Doc’s Pizza buffet where I tried desperately to coerce Trevor into taking a turn at the Karaoke to pronounce his undying love for me to all the fellow Doc’s Buffet onlookers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, after about an hour of pleading, he still had not softened up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I decided to just sing him one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I picked one out and went up to sing, but he grabbed me and begged me not to sing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It turns out that he did not want to call attention to himself because he “didn’t feel handsome” that day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, he promised me that we would go back to Doc’s next Friday and he would dress up real nice and look his best then sing me a song. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Afterward we rented “Band of Brothers”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I fell asleep immediately, but Trevor really enjoyed it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He recommends it to all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have been trying to finalize where we are going to live this summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We thought we were living in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Santa  Maria&lt;/st1:City&gt;, but it turns out I won’t have a job in the office, so we are trying for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ventura&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That sounds way better to me anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The office has no spots available, but I am going to write a persuasive letter to the branch manager telling him why it is in his best interest to hire me (I think the paragraph about retaining his fully functional knees will get his attention). We will update you on how that turns out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I REALLY want to get a job in the office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone pray really hard!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today we bought something really really exciting but Trevor won’t let me tell what because he is embarrassed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Davy, you will probably be jealous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114170035921333260?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114170035921333260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114170035921333260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114170035921333260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114170035921333260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-march-march-march.html' title='Oh March March March'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114160280540475489</id><published>2006-03-05T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:13:45.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/PICT0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/PICT0049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://classicsurfaces.net/cs/csshow.nsf/3ec5a5cbcb7c720a87256ee8000e82d8/cb1ac1d9058c8aa5872570b00003aa9b/$FILE/HappyBirthdaySierra2.mht"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;" &gt;This was taken in Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114160280540475489?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114160280540475489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114160280540475489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114160280540475489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114160280540475489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/03/being-in-love.html' title='Being in love...'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114101321187673840</id><published>2006-02-26T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:56:37.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend Date &amp; Dinner With The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Dinner%20Lia%20and%20Justin%202.25%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/Dinner%20Lia%20and%20Justin%202.25%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday we had a great date and today we had a wonderful dinner with the Collings and Jini. Caci can't wait to write about it, so the abdomen of this blog is hers. Ill place my final remarks in the toe-jam section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Trevor’s friend owns this wedding video business and was renting Trevor’s camera, so we drove up to the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Salt&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; temple to give them the camera and play in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Salt&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have never been to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Salt&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, or a live section, so I was really excited to go through.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, Trevor felt really uncomfortable going through with his shaggy hair so we were driving all over &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Salt&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; trying to find a barber shop to cut his hair before we went in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We could not find one ANYWHERE—the only one we found was one that cost $30 (obviously that was not going to work)!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, we decided to get his hair cut in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Provo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and then come back up again this Tuesday to try again when we had more time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, we spent the rest of the day shopping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then came back down to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Provo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and headed to the Wilk to see what was going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we went to this place where local bands play called “Starry Night”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, it should be called “Scary Night” because it was terrifying with all these drugged out hippies laying all over the place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus, we opted for a different activity. Instead we picked up a hot and ready &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Dinner%20Lia%20and%20Justin%202.25%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/Dinner%20Lia%20and%20Justin%202.25%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pizza at Little Caesars then went to the Creamery on 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; to eat it and watch all the freshman flirt with each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very amusing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Today Trevor got his calling—he is going to be an Elders Quorum teacher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, we move in 2 months and the Elders Quorum teachers teach once every 4 weeks, so he will teach once—sad!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then came home and made a bunch of cookies to take to Trevor’s families, and then our home teachers came over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor was vicious and told them that we have a tradition in our family that every time we get new home teachers we ask them to sing “Love At Home” while Trevor accompanies on the guitar and I video tape.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They both were really good sports and did their best.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;IT WAS SO FUNNY!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were a little annoyed/bugged/embarrassed when we told them we were just kidding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so funny—they are good guys!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Then we went over to Lia and Justin’s for dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lia told me in advance that we were having homemade pizza and I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Dinner%20Lia%20and%20Justin%202.25%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/Dinner%20Lia%20and%20Justin%202.25%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was to bring the toppings for the second pizza.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought I would be clever and bring the toppings for a truly unique and gourmet pizza—not like the regular marinara and pepperoni I thought Lia was putting on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I showed up with “Creamy Garlic Alfrado Sauce” and garlic baked chicken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, turns out LIA made a “Creamy Alfredo Sauce” and spinach pizza!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Great minds think alike, I guess!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a fun time visiting with them and Jini for the evening and watching Julia be a dolly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were delighted to find that our ingenious pl&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Dinner%20Lia%20and%20Justin%202.25%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/Dinner%20Lia%20and%20Justin%202.25%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an worked—ever since we gave her that Tickle Me Elmo she has LOVED us!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every other word she said was “Caci” and she was hugging us and playing with us, and took an avid interest in us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It made our lives!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whoever said money couldn’t buy you happiness never gave Julia an Elmo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stephencovey.com/media/books.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.stephencovey.com/media/books.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got really excited when I got an email inviting me to this. I am passing it on to all who are interested. Most likely, nobody who reads this will take part in it...oh well. Thats life though right?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Don’t miss Stephen R. Covey in a complimentary Web seminar, March 7, 2006, entitled “The 8th Habit: From Effectiveness to Greatness,” on the Microsoft® Leadership Forum, where the best in business meet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Its free! I am there! You can register for it &lt;a href="http://go.microsoft.com/fwlink/?LinkId=47857&amp;cbClass=8199&amp;amp;signupkey=2659"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114101321187673840?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114101321187673840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114101321187673840&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114101321187673840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114101321187673840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/our-weekend-date-dinner-with-family.html' title='Our Weekend Date &amp; Dinner With The Family'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114082072159887614</id><published>2006-02-24T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:38:41.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Happiness</title><content type='html'>"Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes real happiness. It is not obtained through&lt;br /&gt;self-gratification, but through fidelity to a worthy purpose."&lt;br /&gt;- Helen Keller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114082072159887614?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114082072159887614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114082072159887614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114082072159887614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114082072159887614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/real-happiness.html' title='Real Happiness'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114067426955806163</id><published>2006-02-22T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:32:47.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Making!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/IMG_0800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Caci and I were in St. George not long after our honeymoon, we headed out to DI, where we found a mirror. Caci wanted it so badly. We got it. I thought that it looked like a tiki man. The frame was 3/4 the size of the mirror with some huge honkin' tiki-man-like protrusion at &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0777.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the top. For months we have had that with us. Well, yesterday we finally decided to do something with it - re-frame the tiki. Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures of the tiki-man!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY ONE:&lt;/span&gt;We took off to Home Depot, found some good-lookin crown molding that we were planning on making it out of, but alas! It was too expensive for Caci's blood! So we saved a buck and got some cheaper - but just as nice - molding from pine. We cut out the dimensions we needed there at Home&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0779.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depot. Caci took a try at one of the cuts and broke out a sweat. Good Girl!&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at our abode, Caci furiosly dashed about looking for the staple gun as I sanded the edges of our piece frame. Finally, after an all-out search for the staple gun that never showed itself - we went back to Home Dept and bought one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**Note ** Trevor is also writing an essay worth 30% of his grade in his history class throughout all of this. **&lt;/span&gt; After wood-glueing the frame together we started stapling each piece of the the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0789.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;four-pieced frame one to another. After stapling all four corners and finishing my essay we retired to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY TWO:&lt;/span&gt; After waking up and attending to our normal necessities, we spray painted the thing out by the dumpster. That was Caci's favorite part. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; got in trouble with the cops because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caci&lt;/span&gt; would spray paint the backs of runners and passer-byers!?!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0793.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a full day of school we returned home and started at it - this time with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** Caci working on an essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y. **&lt;/span&gt; (see how well we multi-task!) After stapling a very hard compressed board to the back of the frame with the mirror underneath it, and supporting it t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0798.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hrough various means which only a college mind can concieve we finally hung it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the process, I sliced my ring finger pretty badly. For pictures of that, and many more of the actual creation of this mirror, please view our online photo album of this endeavor &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevorandcaci/sets/72057594068937445/show/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It looks great and we LOVE it! That doesn't mean that we are a bit afraid to sit on the futon now! Look at our beautiful mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture doesn't really give it justice...it is HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;It weighs 23 lbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/IMG_0808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114067426955806163?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114067426955806163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114067426955806163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114067426955806163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114067426955806163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/mirror-making.html' title='Mirror Making!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114059057403646853</id><published>2006-02-21T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:30:36.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho to the Gallups!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/cacisnow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/cacisnow1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidents weekend was a blast for us!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I decided that every three day weekend we would go on a road trip, so we were trying to decide where we wanted to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were going to go to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt;, then &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:city&gt;, but then decided on the good ol’ state of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Idaho&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0764.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;couple of Trevor’s mission buddies live in Idaho so we were going to do the whole Idaho tour and see all of the boys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Idaho&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; turned out to be much too big and the boys spread too far apart, so we only saw one buddy this weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;On Friday night we took off to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Idaho Falls&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to see Elder Gallup and his wife Jamie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We pulled in around 11:00 pm and Elder Gallup and Trevor talked the night away reminiscing on the mission.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jamie and I sat there like good wives, fighting to keep our eyes open as these two energetic young chaps jumped around with excitement exchanging all their stories and memories until 4:00 am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really cute and it was fun to finally have a face to attach all the stories to.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0759.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The next day we woke up bright and early to a fantastic &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Idaho&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; breakfast of hash browns with salsa, scrambled eggs, toast, and sausage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We needed to pack in the food to have enough energy to brave the snowy &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Idaho&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mountains&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; that we were to climb that day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went snowshoeing up in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Deer&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; or something like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOOOO &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0765.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beautiful!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The snow was SOOOOOOOO deep—like 10 feet deep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; We had a great time running all over the countryside. Caci enjoyed the snowshoeing once we got to run down the mountainside and jump off of cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;That night we drove down to Pocatello where Jonathan and Jaime live and stayed the night with them attending church the next day. Boy it was fun! We love the Gallups alot. Check out their blog &lt;a href="http://jonathanandjaime.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Soon a small  video of out trip will be available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114059057403646853?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114059057403646853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114059057403646853&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114059057403646853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114059057403646853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/idaho-to-gallups.html' title='Idaho to the Gallups!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114049670986792566</id><published>2006-02-20T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:06:34.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsi's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KINSI JEAN SUTTNER!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today is Kinsi's 18th Birthday!  So if you see her, give her $30 dollars and a big sloppy blow on the belly.  Happy Bir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;thday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/kinsibday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/kinsibday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114049670986792566?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114049670986792566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114049670986792566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114049670986792566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114049670986792566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/kinsis-birthday.html' title='Kinsi&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114047245133232484</id><published>2006-02-20T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:54:45.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shown on AskDaveTaylor.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/Dave.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/Dave.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little tidbit today. I recently asked a question to this "internet guru" who is known all around the world for his knowledge. Because this guy literally gets hundreds of questions a day, very few get published on his website. Well, Mr. T asked such a profound question that it was right on his homepage. Check it out here: &lt;a href="http://www.askdavetaylor.com"&gt;www.askdavetaylor.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it should be just a couple of questions down from the top entitled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="date"   style=";font-family:arial;font-size:125%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How do I get rid of the navigational toolbar on Blogspot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; To head directly to his answer click &lt;a href="http://www.askdavetaylor.com/how_do_i_get_rid_of_the_navigational_toolbar_on_blogspot.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. For you "bloggers" this is a helpful answer anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, what does everybody think about handing over the security of our six largest ports to an Arab company? Most news stations have a lot of coverage on this topic - &lt;a href="http://www.washtimes.com/op-ed/20060214-102147-5104r.htm"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;is an editorial on it by the Washington Times.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, some little covered information that may be the most important. As many as &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/africa/02/20/africa.starve.reut/index.html"&gt;11 million Africans&lt;/a&gt; will starve this year as reported by the UN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://classicsurfaces.net/cs/csshow.nsf/3ec5a5cbcb7c720a87256ee8000e82d8/cb1ac1d9058c8aa5872570b00003aa9b/$FILE/Justin%20Talk%20Stake%20Conf.wav"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the majority of Justin's Talk at stake conference. I recorded it with my PDA so it wasn't the best quality, but hey! It still works for posterity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; We now have a small link to some honeymoon photos to the right under "links". Check them out! You may also click &lt;a href="http://trevorandcaciphotos.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: if you click on a photo a small caption comes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114047245133232484?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114047245133232484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114047245133232484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114047245133232484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114047245133232484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/shown-on-askdavetaylorcom.html' title='Shown on AskDaveTaylor.com'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114010823487537281</id><published>2006-02-16T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:23:51.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caci's Version of Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0739.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0739.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valentines Day was so much fun! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor is SOOOO wonderful!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It started out with breakfast in bed—I got up at 6:00 and made waffles and omelets, dying them both a festive PINK! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, the pink omelet turned out looking more like throw up than eggs. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would NOT recommend dying your eggs pink no matter how festive it might seem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I surprised Trevor with breakfast in bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, he was MUCH too sick to eat anything, so unfortunately the beautiful pink waffles had to go to waste. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I don’t think he would have eaten the pink omelet/throwup even if he were as healthy (or hungry) as a horse.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;From there I went to class and then class and then class and then class and then camped out at the library. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor was so patient.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He doesn’t usually like it when school takes priority over things that are more important (i.e. our first Valentines Day) so I was really appreciative that I was able to still go to all my classes and study for my American Heritage test. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, I was ready to take the test around 6:00pm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to take it and realized my phone had died so I e-mailed Trevor telling him I would e-mail when I was done, around 7:30pm. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I went in and took the test.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took me a little less than 2 hours and I was SOOOO stressed and anxious to get home because I didn’t want to waste Valentines Day! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I hurried out, and ran down the stairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0748.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0748.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he bottom of the testing center stairs, right before you go out the door to look on the computer screen for your grade, there is this window that people leave things/notes for the test takers. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I approached, I thought, “Oh that would be SOOO awesome if Trevor left me something!” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And then I went quickly by without even looking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got out, looked at my score, then ran over to a computer to tell Trevor I was done. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I e-mailed him then ran to where I said I would be (not waiting for a response in my hurry). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, needless to say, we are a cell phone dependent world. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I went to the wrong spot, he waited at the wrong spot, and we lost each other for the next 25 minutes. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;FINALLY we found each other and Trevor was a little bugged because I hadn’t waited for an e-mail response to get things situated, nor had I gone to the correct spot. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then he asked, “Did you get it?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Get what?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He HAD left me something in the testing center!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So a frustrated Trevor ran me back to the testing center to retrieve the card. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a HUGE card—the biggest one there—standing straight up—if I had looked there was no way I could have missed it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What followed was an implorment from Trevor to “BE MORE AWARE OF YOUR SURROUNDEINGS.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So, I was ecstatic about getting the cute card and finally being with him. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We drove home and walked into the apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor had been at work! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I walked in and the house was all rearranged and clean and beautiful. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He had set up a pink throne surrounded by lamps, with a “Happy Valentines” balloon on it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I ran over to it squealing with excitement for the balloon. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor then grabbed me and said, “Caci, BE AWARE.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I looked around the house to see what else he had gotten me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I looked and looked and could not figure it out, all the while Trevor pleading for me to be aware. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, he spun me around until I was facing it directly (although I had been looking at it many times and just never saw it). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was the baker’s rack I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wanted!!!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SOOOOOOOOO cute!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was TOTALLY&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;surprised! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On it he had made a beautiful arrangement of my other gifts—crystal earrings, a gorgeous flower kit for me to grow, a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;big chocolate heart saying “I Love You”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was so sweet and arranged so beautifully and I loved everything. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We then took a tour of the house and he had rearranged it to give us a lot more space. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It looked GREAT!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has an eye for beauty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was so sweet and it was so wonderful! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I then gave him his present—this book that he wanted called &lt;u&gt;Joseph Smith: A Rough Stone Rolling&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was actually second on his list, the one he wanted #1 was the &lt;u&gt;Joseph Smith Papyi Writings&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I went to exchange it at the Bookstore today but they are out until Monday… Bummer).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I made him this picture thing telling him all the reasons I love him with a picture of us in the middle. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is really cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is going to be our new Valentines Tradition for me to make him one every V-Day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It will be really fun to see how my reasons for loving him will change from our 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year of marriage to our 40&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; year.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Trevor was really really sick so we got a movie and popsicles and stayed in for the remainder of the evening. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We got “Dark Water” but were too afraid after 20 minutes and had to turn it off. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was such a great Valentines Day and I love Trevor so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114010823487537281?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114010823487537281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114010823487537281&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114010823487537281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114010823487537281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/cacis-version-of-valentines-day.html' title='Caci&apos;s Version of Valentines Day'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-114008470994257877</id><published>2006-02-16T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T03:59:20.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Its 3:03 AM. I'm up alone doing homework while Caci is sleeping. I figured that I would take a break and edit and upload the picture of what I got Caci for being my Valentine. Originally I was going to get her a table and chairs that she has been eyeing for quite some time now. However, upon inquiring as to their quantity I found that they were all sold out. So, I got her a bakers rack that she has also wanted and made her a few other things. In the picture you can see her throne that I had all ready for her after she had a full day of study and test (from 8:00 AM till 8:30 PM I didn't see her!!!!) - to the right of the chair (your left) in the corner, dimly highlighted is the bakers rack with other presents on it. It was a great Valentines day. I'm sure that Caci will write more later. ~ Trevor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/VDAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/VDAY.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interesting News:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just found out that "cow-tipping" is officially a myth! Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-1858246,00.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; site to read more about it! To tip a cow over it would take four people and an unresponsive-to-abuse cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-114008470994257877?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/114008470994257877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=114008470994257877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114008470994257877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/114008470994257877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-113981368271183189</id><published>2006-02-12T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:02:53.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Band 1940's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/fixedgarment.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/fixedgarment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday was a blast! &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I went to the “Big Band Night”. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is this big &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fancy shin-dig put on by BYU as a memorial to WWII nurses. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was way fun!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They had a big band, swing dancers, 40’s singers, a thing for the nurses, and some fantastic food! &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a dinner show thing.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I dressed up in 40’s attire and swung the night away.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, the night didn’t start out very fun. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was SUCH a struggle to get in.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had been looking forward to this for the past month—ever since they put the posters up. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But we didn’t buy tickets, thinking we could buy &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;them at the door. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, all day Saturday we were getting ready for this, going to DI to find 1940’s clothes, going to craft stores to find hats, calling Trevor’s grandparents for traditional clothes, etc. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our whole day was dedicated to this.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, we were all ready, rushed to the dance, stood in the HUGE line, and then when we finally reached the doors, they turned us away because we could&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n’t buy tickets at the door and it was sold out!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was livid!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor calmed me down, sat me on the couch safely away from the ticket takers, and figured out a way to get us in. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They refused to barter with him, so we ended up sitting there for 45 minutes until everyone had been seated. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally they announced that they had 4 open seats, so we were able to get in. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Trevor was happy—I just wanted to go home.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He calmed me down once again and we went in and had a great time. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hooray!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/400/bw2%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-113981368271183189?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/113981368271183189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=113981368271183189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113981368271183189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113981368271183189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/big-band-1940s.html' title='Big Band 1940&apos;s'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-113969406592455344</id><published>2006-02-11T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:17:37.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/HPIM0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/HPIM0477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevor LOVES to hold me when I cry because I "need him." When he finds things on the internet that will do the trick he shows me. Here is one that he showed me when I got back from class today. While I refuse to ever read it again because I makes me cry my eyes out, I think it is so sweet. This is 100% Trevor (we go through this on a daily basis-- all except the end).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;True Love Means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a deserted road on a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down, we're going too fast. I'm scared! And I don't want anything to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Come on, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Your having fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: NO...please stop. I'm really scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I LOVE YOU! Now please slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Give me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Girl hugs him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you help me out here? Will you take me Helmet off of me and put it on you? It's bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day: A motorcycle has crashed into a building due to brake failure. Two people found, but only one survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth is: That halfway down the road the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug him for one last time. Then had her wear him helmet so she would live, even though it meant that he would die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-113969406592455344?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/113969406592455344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=113969406592455344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113969406592455344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113969406592455344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/cry-story.html' title='Cry Story'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-113968806139906548</id><published>2006-02-11T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T13:08:13.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Night...</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0707.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun last night really feeling our soul side while attending the Blues Night/Poetry Jam hosted in honor of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black History Month&lt;/span&gt;. After a short time, the blues starting just a'aching our bones and we had to wiggle our bums. So we got up and with one other couple started dancing the night away. Soon there were four then eight couples dancing with us. The picture we posted is very dark, but it shows the stage and that black spot to the right is beautiful Caci. I wanted to recite some poetry while there. The &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/lia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/lia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;only poetry I coule recite was the preselected poetry they had printed. I picked up the first paper and read, "I am a black man in this country..." I quickly saw the need to set that one down and move on. The next looked pretty promising until I read, "... and thus we see, in America, I am also an American - a black American." Giving up, we sat down.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, its awesome to see that Justin and Lia have a blog up as well. You can click on their page to the right under "links" to be redirected - or just click &lt;a href="http://justinandliafamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-113968806139906548?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/113968806139906548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=113968806139906548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113968806139906548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113968806139906548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/soul-night.html' title='Soul Night...'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-113929688186783397</id><published>2006-02-07T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:22:52.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion!</title><content type='html'>Tre&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vor and I celebrated the home coming of Alex today! My family has been babysitting him since we moved, and finally reunited him with us this past weekend. Wow has he grown! He was so tiny when we first bought him on the honeymoon in Greece—now he is at least 5” across! We went on a trip to PetCo and bought him a heat lamp, floating island, and 15 new friends for him to eat. Trevor thinks he’s becoming a big baby so I am not allowed to feed him anymore—he has to catch his &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0703.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0703.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;own dinner. We’ll see how long that plan holds out. Trevor spent a whole hour in the bath tub scrubbing Alex’s tank out with bleach and an industrial scrubber. That is a HUGE act of love on Trevor’s part since he is absolutely sic&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kened to DEATH by anything that stinks or has germs on it. “I served a mission in Russia!” He sure loves Alex! So now Alex is living in luxury in his new crystal clean high tech aquarium with a bunch of &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new friends. How could life be any better? Mom and Dad—we’ll keep you guys posted on his status—we know it was a big sacrifice to let the little frog go. Don’t worry, he’s happy here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-113929688186783397?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/113929688186783397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=113929688186783397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113929688186783397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113929688186783397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/02/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-113920417432232583</id><published>2006-02-05T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:17:56.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>Well!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been a lo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0548.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0548.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng time since we posted!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re not even going to attempt to u&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0617.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0617.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pdate what has gone on, so we will just continue with the weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a really fun weekend with my family.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They came up from St. George on Friday and stayed until Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a super fun time just playing all weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Friday all of the boys came over and we got ice cream, popcorn, and candy, and vegged out as we watched “Kronk’s New Groove”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a super cute movie!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I were exhausted from the week&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0549.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0549.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, so we fell asleep, but the boys stayed up late and finished it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next d&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0621.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0621.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay we got up and had waffles, then Lia took the boys to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;B&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;ean&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Museum&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to see all the animals, while Jini took the girls to Plato’s Closet for some shopping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I tried to recuperate from the evening before and then we all met at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;M&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;arriot&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Cente&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;r&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for the BYU vs. Air Force game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so much fun to have everyone together watching the game!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a GREAT game and very intense in the last 5 minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0554.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0554.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t was neck and neck until the last minute and then BYU got 5&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0628.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0628.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; points and won!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whoo-whoo!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a GREAT game!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I struggled to make Julie play with us the whole time, but all she wanted was”Unca Boe”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;or “Unca Gabe”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is such a cutie!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the game we all went out to Cracker Barrel to show Trevor some real country cookin’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our family always goes up to Cracker Barrel when they come up to get some corn bread, chicken and dumplins’ and other authentic country dishes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor, Davy, and Justin had a lemo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0558.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0558.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nade drinking contest and got sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor tried super hard, but Davy still won.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, Julie was a cutie.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On the car ride home, Jini showed us a tr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0629.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0629.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ick with Julia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you sing “I am a Child of God” with her, she will sing the “Me’s”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOO cute!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Afterward all of the kids came to our house to party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a fun time jumping onto the Love Sac.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did XTreme Jumping on the bag and had a fun time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then played this game where you had to be whatever animal Kinsi and I decided, so we told them to be a jumping tree snake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOOO&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0561.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0561.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OO funny watching Davy do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt; did it and looked great, then Trevor, and then Davy tried.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ran, jumped, and went flying through the air with his head wiggling around like crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He, for the life of him, could NOT make his body wiggle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOOO funny!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After jumping, we played Scruples with everyone and found out about Dav&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0632.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0632.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y’s ethics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, we found, Davy WOULD return $.50. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the game we played the Bag Game where you have to balance on one foot and pick up a bag with your teeth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We predicted the outcome before the game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We predicted that Davy would get o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0563.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0563.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut first because he’s not flexible and uncoordinated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We thought &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt; would probably win because of her long legs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boy were we wrong!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was the first out!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought for sure I would be at least second!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then Gabe got out, then Boe, then Trevor, then &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and guess who won! Davy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were VERY surprised!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess all those ballet lessons paid off!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor got out on the second to last round, but then he tried against Davy on the next round, and beat him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was already out so we didn’t count it TECHNICALLY, but if&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0641.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0641.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we just go by how far down people went, Trevor wou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0571.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0571.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ld win.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a tough battle!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next we piled in the car and went down to McDonalds to rent a movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOOO funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really cold so we all stayed in the car but we needed to save a spot in line, so Gabe volunteered to stand in line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SO funny to see this skinny, white, little boy with these short little shorts, tall black socks, and Sunday shoes in line with all these tall college students.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were laughing our guts out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he got cold and squatted down and put&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0591.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0591.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; his knees in his shirt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was just so funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, we rented this scary movie called “The Fog” then brought the laptop down to the hot tub and watched it there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really fun because it was all dark and foggy from the hot tub so it was eerie and cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0643.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0643.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bout 20 minutes into the movie we looked into the water and saw blood all over!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We looked up and saw &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s face covered in blood—she had gotten too hot and her nose started to bleed—perfect while watching a scary movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, we packed everything up and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0595.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0595.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rushed back up to the apartment to get her taken care of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We finished the movie inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next day we all got up at 8:00 and had breakfast at Lia’s house. It was SUPER good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had Crème Bruelle with strawberries, bananas, and whipped cream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then rush&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0678.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0678.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed home to get ready for church because Justin was speaking in his stake conference at the Provo Tabernacle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I took the boys and sat up on the balcony so we had a great view.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My parents sat straight across from us on the other side of the balcony and my mom never even noticed us t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0597.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0597.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he whole time&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is so funny!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Justin did an excellent job on his talk—he said some great things and did a great job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that we went back to Lia’s house for Sunday Dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made a pot roast and biscuits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow was it good!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a ham roast that I put in the crock pot the night before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cooked it for 20 hours and it was SOOOOOOO delicious!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WOW!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we had that and Lia made a peach crisp and Jini made ice cream with “Fudge Sauce”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(it was actually no bake cookies gone wrong).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We just ate and talked and had a fun time.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had a really great weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really fun to be able to see everyone and just be together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lia will&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0605.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0605.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have her baby in less than 3 months!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then there will be another Julia running around!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it is really sad because they are moving right after the baby is born.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It will be a long time before we are all together, so it was good to be able to get together for &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0690.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0690.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of the last times in a while. Well, I just went back in to put all the pictures in and it isn't letting me put pictures in for all the text so I am going to just cut and paste what I already wrote to make it longer so &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0600.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0600.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we can get more pictures in. Let's improvise! Well!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been a long time since we posted!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re not even going to attempt to update what has gone on, so we will just continue with the weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a really fun weekend with my family.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They came up from St. George on Friday and sta&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0691.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0691.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yed until Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a super fun time just playing all weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Friday all of the boys came over and we got ice &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0607.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0607.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cream, popcorn, and candy, and vegged out as we watched “Kronk’s New Groove”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a super cute movie!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I were exhausted from the week, so we fell asleep, but the boys stayed up late and finished it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next day we got up and had waffles, then Lia took the boys to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;B&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;ean&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Museum&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0677.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0677.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o see all the animals, while Jini took the girls to Plato’s Closet for some shopping.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I tried to recuperate from the eve&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0610.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0610.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ning before and then we all met at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Marriot&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for the BYU vs. Air Force game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so much fun to have everyone together watching the game!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a GREAT game and very intense in the last 5 minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was neck and neck until the last minute and then BYU got 5 points and won!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whoo-whoo!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a GREAT game!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I struggled to make Julie play with us the whole time, but all she wanted was”Unca Boe”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;or “Unca Gabe”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is such a cutie!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0684.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0684.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; game we all went out to Cracker Barrel to show Trevor some real country cookin’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our family always goes up to Cracker Barrel when they come up to get some corn bread, chicken and dumplins’ and other authentic country dishes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor, Davy, and Justin had a lemonade drinking contest and got sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor tried super hard, but Davy still won.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, Julie was a cutie.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On the car ride home, Jini showed us a trick with Julia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you sing “I am a Child of God” with her, she will sing the “Me’s”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOO cute!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Afterward all of the kids came to our house to party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a fun time jumping onto the Love Sac.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did XTreme Jumping on the bag and had a fun time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then played this game where you had to be whatever animal Kinsi and I decided, so we told them to be a jumping tree snake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOOOOO funny watching Davy do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;C&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;hari&lt;/st1:place&gt; did it and looked great, then Trevor, and then Davy tried.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ran, jumped, and went flying through the air with his head wiggling&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/IMG_0697.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/200/IMG_0697.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; around like crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He, for the life of him, could NOT make his body wiggle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SOOOO funny!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After jumping, we played Scruples with everyone and found out about Davy’s ethics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, we found, Davy WOULD return $.50. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the game we played the Bag Game where you have to balance on one foot and pick up a bag with your teeth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We predicted the outcome before the game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We predicted that Davy would get out first because he’s not flexible and uncoordinated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We thought &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt; would probably win because of her long legs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boy were we wrong!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was the first out!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought for sure I would be at least second!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then Gabe got out, then Boe, then Trevor, then &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and guess who won! Davy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were VERY surprised!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...  OK!  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It was a GREAT movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next day we went shopping for some cute winter shoes, and then went to the French Bakery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It reminded us of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;—it was really cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got a HUGE slice of Chocolate Walnut Cake and then sat in the little bakery eating it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Then we went to “Laugh Out Load” this impromptu BYU comedy group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was SO funny!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We really liked Kenny, the tall kid, and the chubby kid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were HILARIOUS!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We felt really bad for the girl because she wasn’t funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wouldn’t it be the worst thing in the world to be in a comedy group and not be funny?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can think of no greater humiliation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, after that we went to Macy’s and Trevor and I each had 10 minutes and $3 to buy our items.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was to buy ingredients to make dinner and Trevor was to buy ingredients to make dessert.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so fun!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We kept accidentally running into each other so we would have to scurry away without the other seeing what we had.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We met at the front, still not looking at each other’s stuff, and I paid for my stuff then went to the car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor came out after that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got to the house and we made our stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got one of those Pasta Sides packets—the Spinach and Cream Noodle one and bread bowls—my stuff only cost $2.34.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor then made his dessert.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to sit and watch TV until it was done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I heard a bunch of clanking and grinding and whirling—I was really excited and curious to see what he would make!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, finally he came forward bearing dessert.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the sweetest thing I have ever seen in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had made milkshakes out of various ice creams, gummy bears, sixlets, and M&amp;amp;M’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was to serve as a dip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then had a box of my favorite cookies—those “Grandma’s” Sugar cookies with the pink frosting, cut up apples, and “Magic Shell” to go on top of everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is SOOOOOOOOOO cute!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A word on the apples:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think this is the first time Trevor has ever cut apples.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were cut in all kinds of big chunks, with all of the stem and core still in it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t know you are supposed to cut out the core.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was so excited to make it, and spent so much time formulating the perfect recipe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It turned out really cool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was quite the taste sensation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was so cute!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I soon found that he BROKE the rules and spent $9.00.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very typical of our marriage—me going under budget, him going over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end we balance eachother. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It all works!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just thought that dessert was the sweetest thing in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trevor is the most incredible boy in the universe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love him SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-113796934759503009?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/113796934759503009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=113796934759503009&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113796934759503009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113796934759503009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/01/march-of-penguins-and-dessert.html' title='March of the Penguins and Dessert'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-113745832221403592</id><published>2006-01-16T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:44:50.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week Over</title><content type='html'>Phew!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first week of school is OVER!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is really odd to be back in school after playing for 6 months.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We survived—barely.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As soon as we got home from class on Friday, we walked into the apartment, laid on the couch, and were practically unconscious until 10:00 pm when we woke up.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That week was treacherous!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, to celebrate surviving our first week of school, we went out and got a big fattening bacon pizza (we’ve been trying to eat healthy) and just vegged in front of the T.V.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Boy was it great!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;College life once again!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We finally were able to go to our ward on Sunday—8:30 in the morning.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Its killer to get up that early, but we have the rest of the day to just relax.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our ward seems like a lot of fun with all the newly married couples, and the little babies running all over the place.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So much fun!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went over to Lia and Justin’s for dinner and games.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a lot of fun, and Julie is as cute as ever, getting into everything.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lia is due in 2 ½ months for her second baby.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cute!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chari&lt;/st1:place&gt; called to tell a joke.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Apparently it is the funniest thing in the world:&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="A" start="17"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;How to you make a holy chicken?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="A"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Burn the heck out of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trevor thought it was hilarious!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor has a cute little movie of himself that his buddy sent just now and I think it’s really cute and typical of Trevor—a grown up little kid.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here is also a picture of Trevor when he, Brian, and Dad hiked to &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Medeveeje&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; when we were in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alaska&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; for Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/1600/tre.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2193/1943/320/tre.1.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And as always, Trevor is so so so so so wonderful and I am the luckiest girl in the entire world to have him as my companion FOREVER.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is SOOOOOO wonderful.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, on Friday we saw the new movie Tristan and Isalde.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was VERY much against it because I am 100% against the movie industry for charging such high prices for movie tickets.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I always wait until it is in the dollar theater before going.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I was very much against going, but when it ended I was SO happy we went because it was THAT good. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was so sweet.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trevor and I got in our pajamas, bought a bunch of candy, brought a blanket, and snuggled up in the theater as if it were a slumber party.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was fun although people looked at us funny when we walked in with our big blanket and store of treats.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone should go see Tristan and Isalde.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;** Due to technical difficulties no images were added to this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-113745832221403592?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/113745832221403592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=113745832221403592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113745832221403592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113745832221403592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-week-over.html' title='First Week Over'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-113688222832742459</id><published>2006-01-10T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:37:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms Show Opening!</title><content type='html'>Mom &lt;a href="http://classicsurfaces.net/cs/csshow.nsf/3ec5a5cbcb7c720a87256ee8000e82d8/cb1ac1d9058c8aa5872570b00003aa9b/$FILE/Splash%20Opening.wmv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is your show opening. A small version - be sure and watch it full screen. Hope that it is what you envisioned and that it goes with the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19601034-113688222832742459?l=trevorandcaci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/feeds/113688222832742459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19601034&amp;postID=113688222832742459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113688222832742459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19601034/posts/default/113688222832742459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trevorandcaci.blogspot.com/2006/01/moms-show-opening.html' title='Moms Show Opening!'/><author><name>Trevor, Caci, and Jace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04682564142935717633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQYI7cWb2wU/SRjttYTStzI/AAAAAAAACeg/Z0TaHoG2ha0/S220/DSC_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19601034.post-113678456804379878</id><published>2006-01-08T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T11:36:40.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamon Rolls from Outa Space!</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful sunday highlited with both Church and a small
